'Toes' is such a weird word. Toes toes toes toes.
"Don't think they expected me to be up and about," Hermes said, shaking his head. "No splints. Probably why I'm hobbling around a little. I'll call someone professional in when I get home," he said waving his hands around.
Victor went to work on Hermes' arm, which was not only cut, but burned. He winced in sympathy, remembering how much Lucifer had hurt him. And that had only been a brief meeting. "These burns look bad," Victor said softly. "He did that to me too." Maybe if there was something they had both been through, Hermes would open up about it. Not that Victor would force him to.
Hermes closed his eyes for a moment, but he didn't say anything. He didn't want to feel weak.