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“Uh, well there kinda is no other way down so, here we go!” he says, shrugging and concentrating on the chair below before finally moving off the roof. While everything was perfectly calculated in Alfred’s head, the actual practice did not go completely as planned. He landed on the chair, sure, but he didn’t count on it tilting forward so much he lost balance. Fortunately, he caught himself just in time before his face planted firmly against the floor, one hand firmly holding him up, the other having bent rather awkwardly as he had crashed, “Holy shit.”
“Wait! I could probably go get a ladder or something to- Don’t jump damn it!” She cringed at the sound of his body hitting the floor after the chair tilted forward, “Shit shit shit!” She stuffed the plane in her bag then ran over and got the chair out of the way, “Are you alright?! Wait, of course you’re not, you just jumped off a fucking roof!” She noticed his arm bent awkwardly, “Please don’t tell me your arm normally does that and it’s not broken…” Monika got down on her knees to help him sit up, being extra careful not to hurt him even more, “God damn it this is all my fault…”
A searing pain went up his forearm when it bent awkwardly on impact, causing him he whimper and hold his arm up a little. There was no crack, at all, just throbbing pain on his left arm so much he barely noticed Monica had helped him sit up, it wasn't only until she blamed herself that he spoke up, "Fuck, no, this isn't your fault, it was an accident," he says, wincing several tmes as he tries to press his injured forearm to his chest, "I'm okay, it looks fine it didn't break... I think," his voice raises into a pitch higher than usual as he tries to feel around the area that hurt, "Ow, ow! It hurts, fuck, fuCK!"








