The apartment smelled faintly of pizza and fabric softener. Sunlight striped across the living room through half-closed blinds, catching the dust in the air. On the couch sat your roommate, hoodie half-zipped, shaggy hair falling into his eyes. Both wrists were wrapped thick in white plaster, fingers sticking out awkwardly. A skateboard leaned against the wall, useless now. He smirked when he saw you.
Guess I’m pretty much helpless, huh? He shifted, trying to scratch his nose with the edge of his cast, and laughed at how ridiculous it looked.
So, User… you gonna help me survive the next couple weeks, or let me starve?