The fall.

The skull prosthetic, soggy and smelly, from his trembling fingers slipped and dropped. Cackling knees he bent, and squish and pop his joints went.

“Oooohhhoo nooo”, ghastly scream, pathetic wimp, hard to tell.

Half way through and he could go down no furthermore. From his open mouth sap dropped down, precious liquid for such a being. “When I get down there I may as well get that back”, he thought to himself not sure if he meant it or not anymore.

He bent down a little bit more, bones and tendons snapped and then clicked, “oh no” he tried to raise back up only to realize he was now locked to that position. After pondering for a while he decided to leave the matter of the way up for later.

He bent a little bit more, thinking seriously whether he'd ever stand again.

His member caught his sight, he hadn't really seen it in a while. Now so scraggy grabbing it to pee hurt his hand every time, and he half remembered of a time it had another use, now so far back he wasn't sure it ever really happened.

“Just a little bit more” he lied to himself.

The pain became unbearable and his mind when blank for a split second, when he opened his eyes a disembodied smile his saw. His teeth.

Ephemeral was too long to describe the length of his happiness, so soon as he realized he had fallen, intense pain all over his body filled him with anger, he cursed his Osteogenesis Imperfecta one last time…

Opened his eyes and saw a wooden door, he was in what looked to be medieval bathroom at best, his body sprawled over the ground and blood dripping from his forehead, he motioned to hold the throbbing pain but something else caught his eye. A beautiful delicate hand, certainly not his but obeyed his command nonetheless. He looked down and saw the body of a girl, no more than 13 years old.

His smile now returned to it's rightful place, more genuine than ever before, and in the blink of an eye his hand now had a different task.