Six learned two things that day. One was that kicking a door with all your might [i]hurts[/i]. Two was that the 'alarm clock', better known as Yagamine screaming like a lunatic, had caused him not one, but [i]two[/i] different injuries that day. 

After failing to kick it open with what he thought was a super ultra mega power kick, Six's foot felt like it was on fire. And, after holding back tears and a scream for a few moments, he cried out in pain.

"AAAAAAAAAGH, FUCKING JESUS H CHRIST THIS HURTS! AARGH, I THINK MY FOOT'S BROKEN!" Six shouted, falling on his ass and clutching his right foot. "AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH, GOD, SOMEONE GET ME AN ICE PACK OR SOMETHING!" These shouts of agony were probably loud enough for most of the apartment to hear. It wasn't as loud as Yagamine's scream, so it didn't reach outside, but still... It was loud.

"Oooohhhh, fuck... Okay, maybe it isn't broken, but this HURTS." He says, still clutching his foot and rocking back and forth. "Still... Ice pack. Please. Anyone."