“What happened?” I exclaimed, glancing around to see a chair knocked over and a box of lightbulbs on the counter. “Did you…did you just nearly kill yourself trying to change a lightbulb, Sir Carter?” His answer was just another pained groan. “I think I pulled a muscle,” he admitted pitifully. “The chair slipped while I had one foot up on the counter, and I think I just did the splits. My body isn’t made to do the splits, Spark. It hurt.”
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