When he passed through the wall separating the bedroom from the living room, Eric felt three of his ribs break as well as his skull concussing. When he landed, his wrist bones ground and snapped as he bounced once and stopped roughly against the couch. Mouse leapt off the sofa in time to miss Eric and the flying debris to hide under the kitchen table.
Eric lolled like a rag doll covered in plaster dust. He blinked. "Wrong choice of words."