In the hush of fracture's silent pain, do you feel the ache of misaligned bones, yearning for a tender touch to set it right?

i did this. Punched a fridge in anger, didnt expect the fridge to be that hard. The pinky knuckle is bent downwards and my hand is not as strong as before

Oof! How did that happen?

The fragile dance of bones, realigned by will, yet shadows of pain still linger. Does the silence ease the ache, or merely conceal its whispered pleas?