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Waking up with a sore throat in the morning was not in my plans.
It’s now 11:00, not long after I arrived. Just two hours or so.
But this sore throat of mine got even worse, allergies making my eyes tear up whenever I look at the yellow walls of the elevator when moving to different floors.
I’ve become an official employee, after that long ride to an interview… I ended up just staying a while longer since I needed this job. I haven’t run into that… Bryce? Whoever that was, but it’s probably for the best.
“CUOUHGOHSHHh!”
Woah. Was that? Anyways, after the interview meeting and getting hired… I went back down to the other floors and started my job in lower management, meeting a few other employees who seemed… deathly afraid of heights. They don’t seem awfully unfriendly but nothing too friendly, every relationship here is mostly business related. Which is what I was hoping for… (That loud blonde made me worry that this place was quite a drama infested workplace.)
“Excel… sheets… this column…”
I mumble, thinking about the work I was supposed to do once I come back from getting the mucky coffee once again, but-
“You must be the new employee in lower management I approved recently? How is work doing for you?”
I, oh it’s my boss…
1) Terrific, I’m actually doing pretty well. (LIE)
2) Everything is okay, but my body… isn’t really listening to me today. (TRUTH)
3) I remember your questions about lungs, how is your heart doing? Is it beating, for me? (...FLIRT?)
TWO.
“U-uhh. Yes work is alright, but my body isn’t really listening to me today…”
The more ‘grayscale’ man of the two of us seemed intrigued, interested in this.
“I see. How are your kidneys?” He smiles at me, in a nice, intimidating way.
1) Not so good actually.
2) Fine???
3) Great, just like you-
…TWO.
“I-it’s good? Healthy? Not quite sure, but… I am standing here in person.”
“Wonderful. Say, you don’t seem so fine. I am curious, is something wrong?”
Oh. I probably don’t look so well, are my eyes bloodshot? It itches so much…
The gray man’s never-ending smile falters, (Was it just my eyes acting up?)
“Hello?”
1) Hello. *gets into a coughing fit*
2) I seem to not be feeling completely well, hopefully these allergies will pass by the end of the day.
3) Hi, your kidneys are fine too? I don’t seem to be feeling well.
None of these seem to make sense… two.
“Oh uh… I didn’t really get up right so I don’t feel so good… hopefully these allergies I caught disappear before the end of my work hours.”
My boss clasps his hands together, “Then you must be feeling ill?” his eyes are almost clear, as if they are looking directly into my soul.
“Well yes, but it will go awa-”
“How are you so sure? We can’t have someone sick at an esteemed workplace such as ours.”
“Uh-”
He puts his hand near my back and takes me to… the room.
My old room.
The cross is still there, the drawers are, but what worries me most are the things that hear you.
“Looks like you need some rest! You are definitely quite sick. No need to get all those germs spreading onto your other coworker’s workspaces.”
Next second, I find myself in my bed. With my boss… taking care of me? Does this make any sense??
He leans in, I shut my eyes out of instinct, but he places his cold, light gray hand onto my forehead.
“Quite the sickness you have there! You should have called in sick before in the morning if you knew that something wasn’t right.”
He walks around the small room, somehow opening the drawer I couldn’t open before.
Inside of it was medicine of the liquid, rolling around in the top drawer with a small tiny measuring cup beside it, also rolling around.
“Open your mouth.”
My boss is feeding me medicine???
Though it doesn’t feel so bad… Even if my intimidating boss is almost smiling strangely at me, poking the cup directly into my mouth, it makes me feel… warm?
“You can drink only 10 mL of this allergy medicine, so don’t go drinking more than you’re supposed to.”
… Why would I?
The gray toned man leans in.
“Take some time in here, then once you feel better you will head straight home. Some of your allergies may be attached to some areas in lower management, so it wouldn’t do any good if you went and got ill once again.”
I feel taken care of, I feel like a fluffy cloud. Something like those clouds at the highest floor I arrived at for my interview.
I’ve never felt like this before.
Before I knew it, I was smiling a little at my boss who’s actually working hard, just to cure his new, amateur, employee. It may not be that special, but it is something different from what I’m used to.
The glasses are still stuck on my face, and I was feeling drowsy, my thoughts going a little out of the rails.
“Hm?”
1) Do something.
ONE.
“You are being so nice to me…”
I lightly grabbed the gray-haired man gently, pulled him closer even though he was already incredibly close to someone who wasn’t feeling so well.
The gray man and my colored lips touched each other, turning into a short smooch. My hand falls down, tired from even lifting itself for a couple of seconds. However my boss never resisted, my heart was beating even if I wasn’t in the right mind.
“This is something, say, you shouldn’t just do that to your boss? That was quite unhygienic of you.” He smiles, same as always, but something is different from his usual smiles.
I start squinting more, falling slowly to sleep. Even if this room isn’t the safest decision, I feel…safe after he came into this room with me.
He walks out of the other door that leads back into the elevator, his look perfectly normal.
However his thoughts are muddled.
Oh, oh oh. What is this feeling? This warm feeling, almost like warm colors of yellow to red invading a black and white painting,
This feeling makes me feel happy.
The normal boss exits the elevator after pressing a button and waiting for his level.
His smile is a genuine smile.
His normal smile.