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Bunnymund was miserable. Of course that was somewhat normal for him, but this time it was different. His pained yelps filled the room, and to his embarrassment every single one of the Guardians was there with him.
He yelped again, closing his eyes in pain as Sandy inspected his leg. In a particularly nasty fight with Jack, he had hurt his leg. They never tried to physically hurt each other when they fought, but accidents tend to happen. Somehow in the midst of Jack's conjured blizzard outside, he had been tossed over a small cliff and hit the ground wrong. He had heard a loud crunch and blacked out. The next thing he knew he was in North's infirmary.
Sandy's glowing pictures gained everyone's attention when he finished the inspection. The golden sand above him formed a bone, like the kind you would give to a dog. He pointed up at it, and it snapped in half.
"Broken?" Bunnymund fum