Another one of Dr. Gimpy‘s great stories about casts, broken toes and foot torture. Check out more of his writing on Deviant Art.
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Miss Miyki Ashido woke up and felt sharp pain in her limbs as she tried to roll over in bed. She gasped in pain and suddenly remembered last night: leaving her apartment on her way to a date, remembered her stiletto heel slipping at the top of the stairs, remembered the sharp crack in her ankle, and the fall down the stairs afterwards. She remembered feeling the snapping in her limbs, remembered landing in a crumpled heap, her entire body burning in agony. She remembered her broken limbs being painfully straightened and splinted by the EMTs, remembered the agonizingly bumpy ambulance ride to the hospital, and the pain of having her arms and legs moved around during the x-ray session.
She looked down at her shattered body and was amazed by the amount of plaster covering it; her right leg was in plaster from the base of her toes up to her hip, hanging in a sling about a foot above the bed. Her left leg was casted only to the knee, but an elaborate traction device was connected to a pin drilled through the bottom of her presumably shattered thigh. Her right arm was casted from shoulder to fingers, including her thumb and two smallest fingers, and hung over her chest in a sling; her left was similarly casted, but pointing straight up at her side, held aloft by straps on her fingers. She moaned as she felt jolts of pain through her arms and legs as she tried to wiggle her fingers and toes. She noticed then that her neck was in a hard plastic collar, and her jaw wired shut. Her eyes filled with tears as she realised she’d probably be like this for several weeks,at least.
Just then the nurse entered and smiled.
“Oh, you’re finally awake, Miss Miyki, very good. We were wondering when you’d come around.” The nurse moved to the foot of Miyki’s bed and brushed her fingers across the bottoms of her toes. Miyki’s toes twitched with the slight ticklish sensation, and the movement sent more pain throuh her limbs. She moaned through her wired jaws.
“Well,” the nurse said, “I’m going to check on your neighbor,you just sit tight, OK?”
The nurse moved to the girl in the hospital room’s other bed, a girl in her early twenties with both feet
in plaster casts. “And how are you, hon?”
The girl moaned. Miss Miyki noticed that the bottoms of the casts on the girls feet extended past the
tips of her toes; her toes seemed swollen, and seemed to have a slight purple color to them.
Just then, a young man entered the room, and immediately moved to a chair at the side of the girls bed. Miss Miyki was a bit groggy from pain medication, but heard enough conversation to realise that
the man was the woman’s boyfriend or husband, and had accidentally driven his car over the girl’s feet. Miss Miyki winced in pain, imagining the pain of having her feet and toes crushed. She wiggled her toes, glad that they were all free and uninjured. She thought she noticed the mans eyes dart towards her casted feet, though he never stopped talking to his injured girlfriend. She must’ve been imagining it. As an experiment, she wiggled her toes again, curling them slowly, even though it caused a twinge of pain in her broken legs. Again, the man’s eyes seemed glued to her toes; when the girl noticed this, she glared at Miss Miyki, clearly sensitive to any threat to her relationship.
Miss Miyki always loved the attention of men, even those she had no interest in, and to know that she still had power over them, even with virtually her entire body shattered, made her feel much better about her situation.
Later,as the boyfriend walked out, Miss Miyki wiggled her toes again,drawing another long gaze from him, distracting him enough that he almost walked right into the door frame. Miss Miyki chuckled slightly feeling a sharp pain in her torso as she did so; probably a few broken ribs, she thought. She looked over to the next bed, and saw the girl glaring at her again. She was troubled by this,but soon the nurse was bringing her pain medication,and it wasn’t long after that she found herself drifting into unconsciousness.
She was awoken by a tickling sensation on the bottoms of her toes; she wiggled her toes and tried to move away before sharp pain reminded her of her injured state. She opened her eyes and saw the nurse standing at the foot of her bed. Her roommate stood along side her, leaning on a pair of crutches; her face showing the pain of standing on her crushed feet. She glared at Miss Miyki.
“So, how long have you been sleeping with him?!”
Miss Miyki’s eyes widened in shock. What was she talking about?!
“I know he’s been cheating on me. He comes home at odd hours, smelling of perfume. I’ve found recepts for fancy restaurants and jewelry in his jacket pockets. He’s having an affair, and I can tell by the looks he gave you that it’s with you!”
Miss Miyki had no idea what the woman was talking about; she had a crazed look in her eye that was terrifying. Miss Miyki tried frantically to shake her head no, to tell the woman she was mistaken, but her neck brace and wired jaw prevented her; her efforts caused only a sharp pain in her injured neck and jaw. She suddenly felt terrified: immobile and totally vulnerable to a woman crazed with jealousy. She looked at the nurse, silently pleading for help with her frightened eyes.
The nurse looked at her coldly. “Barbara is an old friend of mine, and I promised her I would do anything I could to help her get back at the slut who stole her husband. I just never dreamed it would be this easy…or this fun…” she sneered.
The nurse started to tickle the toes of Miss Miyki’s right foot, while the woman, apparantly called “Barbara”, tickled the toes of her left foot. Miss Miyki’s toes wiggled, as she giggled through her wired jaws; the giggles mixed with moans of pain as Miss Miyki reflexively tried to pull her shattered legs away. Miss Miyki continued to twitch and thrash as much as the casts and traction would allow, feeliing blinding agony in each of her broken bones. Her screams grew more intense as she felt Barbara grab the traction rope holding her left leg aloft and gave it a quick yank, the sudden movement of her leg causing incredible pain in her shattered thigh. Barbara pulled it again, harder and slower this time, and Miss Miyki felt even greater pain, like her leg was simultaneously on fire and being sawed off. Before long, her body had started to lift off the bed, leaving nearly half her body weight hanging by her badly broken thigh and hip. Miss Miyki screamed through her wired jaws, as her limbs, spasming in response to the pain in her leg,sent agony shooting through her entire shattered body. Finally, Barbara released the rope, and the abused leg fell roughly; simultaneously, the traction apparatus fell apart, allowing her leg to land roughly on the bed. Miss Miyki’s muffled screams were drowned out by the screams of Barbara, who began bellowing, “My toes! The stupid weight landed on my poor broken toes! Ahhh!”
Barbara hopped to her bed and sat, lifting her right foot to inspect the damage. “Noooo…” she moaned. “My poor crushed toes, broken again. Why?!” She broke down in sobs for a moment as the nurse moved to her and held her casted foot.
“Hang on, let me take a look…hmmm…it looks bad, hon…” the nurse said sympathetically.
“Does…this hurt?
Barabara screamed in pain, occassionally yelling the Nurse as she squeezed and wiggled each of the crushed toes. “Ow! No, stop it, not my poor toes! Noooo! Don’t move it, don’t move…ahhhhhh!! Stoooop! It huuuurrrrts!” Barbara’s yelling broke down into heaving sobs as the nurse finished inspecting her damaged toes.
A moment later, she crutched carefully to the foot of Miss Miyki’s bed, her face showing the extreme pain she was in with every step. She glared again at Miss Miyki.
“You ever broken one of these pretty little toes? It hurts a lot. I have a mind to show you, just to
teach you your lesson. Say goodbye to these cute little piggies…when I’m through, they’ll be even more ruined than my poor crushed and broken toes…”