My boyfriend fucked up his ankle the other day. He was running for pt (physical training) and stepped off a curb into a pothole and fell, hard. He didn’t break it, but it’s definitely fractured, so now it’s twice the size it should be and he’s confined to crutches. He started this conversation by texting me, “So I’m laying in the hospital..” What a nice boyfriend. He enjoys watching me worry myself into a coma.