𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 ➪t.holland

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 • 𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵

"I'll be here until seven, so please, be finished by  Mr Holland said, peeking in from the door frame of the staff room before leaving quite frankly.

It was just half past 5, and everyone had already gone home. The lights were all automatically turned on to the motion activated setting to save power, and it was currently dark outside in the hallway after Tom walked away. The kitchen had a big circular light in the middle that was only dim enough to give a gentle hue inside the room. The main lights were off since you wanted to feel this quiet time to yourself.

It was nice, this time of day. Everything was quiet, the lights were gentle, and the atmosphere was calming. You were so ready to set up this coffee machine, eager to finish the day off nicely with an unwinding activity.

That was until you lifted to move the coffee machine box in its right location that it slipped between your body just in the right place where the corner of the cardboard slid against your cut.

"AHH-"

You couldn't help but let out a nasty groan. A painful groan that you hadn't let out in a while as you carefully dropped the box on the ground.

For some reason, there weren't any towels or tissues on the table or counter tops in the room. Someone must've packed them away before leaving for the day.

Your hand flew to your waist to put pressure on the wound, and although it decreased the bleeding, the pain was obviously worse. You tried to control your breathing, and it was going well until you started to feel your consciousness waver, vision blurring into grey static as your ears deafened with a high-pitched howl. This was due to the immediate immense pain you were in, and it's almost as if your body was shocked or got jump scared for it to react like this.

You shook your head aggressively to waken yourself so you could walk to your office, which you knew had something to stop the bleeding. The bathroom was too far, and no one was left in the building. You looked down to check your hand that was putting pressure on your wound, and your eyes almost widened at the fact that you couldn't even see the colour of your hand anymore. And due to your weakened senses, everything felt so overwhelming that when you crashed into your desk and fell limp on the ground, you couldn't even identify the feeling of a new pain shooting across your side. All the pain just blended together.

Soon enough, as your vision became better and the deafening in your ears finally stopped, you saw a blurry Mr Holland burst through your door in a hurry. Because your senses were still wavering, his face that was suddenly so close to yours made you extremely dizzy again that you wanted to shove him away. He was just too close to your eyeline that you got a headache.

You couldn't tell if he said anything, but all you remember is him picking you up by the shoulders and dragging you out of your office.

It was when you sat down on his couch, with a cold towel on your forehead that you finally heard him speak, opening your eyes after not realising you closed them.

"Y/n, what happened?"

He never used your real name before.

You only groaned, closing your eyes, and after a minute, you remembered you were still bleeding, but when you moved to put pressure on your wound, a hand was already on it.

You started to freak out a little, realising that your boss had just seen you in your weakest physical state whilst also touching you. He noticed your panic and tried to stop you.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay" He wasn't really sure what else to say. He never really helped anyone in this type of situation.

Your senses were beginning to come back to its normal levels, and when it did, you got a raging headache from the outcome, causing you to scrunch your eyes as if it'll go away like that. The light in the room was a nice gentle dim with his table lamp and side table near the couch being on a low setting. It was a smart move you weren't going to lie, having an easy atmosphere to let you awake smoothly.