⋆Tom K. —“Broken Leg”

Today Tom had to pick up a used guitar he had recently purchased online, so Bill accompanied him to the seller's house.

Once he had his guitar in hand, Tom decided he wanted to spend some time wandering around the mall. For Bill, it was torture: Tom kept saying, “Go there, go there, do this, do that.”

Tired, Bill paused for a moment, leaning back in his wheelchair with a weary sigh. Tom, noticing the pause, frowned and turned his head slightly to look at him.

—“What are you doing? Come on, I still have more things to buy. Oh, and don’t forget I have to go to Andy’s house to pick up some things later.”

Tom waited impassively for his brother to resume walking and continue pushing him.

Since he was a child, Tom had been passionate about motorcycles, so much so that his garage was now full of them. Bill, for his part, hated it when his brother rode them; he always warned him how dangerous they could be, but Tom, as expected, never took his words seriously.

A few days ago, Tom's recklessness reached its limit: he decided to ride his motorcycle while drunk, which ended in a crash with a car. The result was a broken leg.

Like any true dramatist, he flatly refused to use crutches, opting instead to get around in a wheelchair. And who was left to care for him? Bill, of course.