The Saddest Meal

One of my flatmates, Kim, recently got her foot run over by a child on the bike. Her foot is swollen up and looks like a tenderloin. She's been getting around by a combination of wheelchair and crutches.
Tonight I saw her hobbling around the kitchen on her crutches, attempting to both prop herself up and get out food, so I offered to put dinner together for her.
Kim said she had some hot dogs in the fridge, but lacked hot dog buns. So I offered a piece of my too-thick-for-the-toaster-bread. And some hot chocolate.

This is the result.
Hot chocolate and the saddest hot dog.

With ketchup that ended up being more like tomato soup.

So sad.