This is SIMILAR to the story of PITBABE but with my own spiciness fueled in it. This story focuses on Alan and Jeff, while the rest are like passing lanes. Please DO NOT expect the characteristics and the story to be the same.
Genres to know before...
It has been a while since that day. A lot happened that day and I am still processing everything. But I am stuck between my feelings and what I think is right. Both are opposite of each other.
Alan still calls me 'Alan's boy' whenever we are alone and I can't bring myself to stop him.
My visuals of him and me in the pool always send me butterflies and shivers down my spine.
I am still trying to come up with a proper plan to avoid it from happening. But the more I push Alan away, the more he approaches me. I cannot talk to him directly about it either.
I sighed.
Me: Nick, can you pass me the angle grinder?
Nick pointed and asked if it was the right one.
I nodded back and raised my hands to get them, while my eyes were focused on the measurement where I had to cut the excess.
I learned to get it from Nick. The lock was unreleased since it was still used by other crew members.
This is what an angle grinder will look like...
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It took a moment for me to realize that Nick's hands were pressing on the switch. I held the tool for a bare second before I flinched and dropped it to the floor.
Nick stood up and his hands were on his head. He immediately switched off the power switch. I knew something wrong happened as I could feel the immense pain in my palm. I gulped and turned my hand to take a look at it. The rest of my body was shivering. The members came running towards me. But I couldn't see anyone's face clearly since my eyes were getting blurry. I stood up, knowing that the cut from the grinder made me bleed.
I looked down on the floor and the blood from my palms was dripping all over the place. I wasn't able to hold myself together. My balance wasn't proper and I couldn't stand on my feet. I kept moving back and I couldn't control myself.
I fell back, but I could feel someone's arms around me. He pulled me towards him. I tried to take a closer look at him, but my visions were getting darker. It is like I am at a place where there's no sunlight. His grip on me tightened more as he took my hands to examine them.
"Nick? What have you done? Can't you see the power before handling such a tool to others? Look what you have done now." He asked.
I knew it was Alan the moment I heard his voice.
Sonic: Alan. Don't blame him. He wouldn't have done this intentionally.
Alan: But isn't that common sense to check?
North: How will I know that he will get the tool by holding it from the blade? I handed him the
Sonic: It is not the time to argue. See what happened to Jeff first.
Alan: I am taking him to the hospital.
Alan lifted me and drove me to the nearby hospital.
The pain was already killing me. And the fact that I couldn't see how badly I was bleeding made me even more anxious.
I could feel the blood dripping down the car and the pain was immense. I wanna see how deep the cut is. I tried looking at the wound, but couldn't bring myself to it.
(Time skip)
After a while, I woke up from the hospital bed, wearing the dress of the patients. Alan was beside me, leaning on the floor while his hands were holding mine.
By looking around, I can see that it is already late at night. I sighed and moved Alan's hands away to take my phone from the nearby shelf. But I accidentally woke him up.
Me: I am sorry I woke you up.
Alan: Is it the only reason you have to apologize for?
Me: I am sorry for... making you come here. I know I disturb you a lot nowadays.
Alan: This is why I don't hire kids without experience. Do you know how serious this is? Many people had to amputate because of their carelessness with using mechanical tools. Can't you be any more careful than this, Alan?
Me: Ah! I am sorry.
Alan: Easy for you to say. How can I answer your parents if they ask me about your injuries? My god! Why are you so careless? This isn't the first time you are getting hurt either. What would you be thinking while at work? Do you have anything else that serious for you to lose your concentration?
Me: Stop yelling! I am fine now. And don't worry. I don't have parents who care to ask you about me.
Alan: Jeff! Don't make me yell at you! Please shut up. I am going to call the doctor now.
He said as he slammed the door on his way out.
I sighed and saw my hand that was covered with dressing.
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It hurts more now that I folded it.
Alan came in with a doctor and a nurse.
The doctor examined my hands and told me to refrain from using my hands and to avoid water. He also told me to sterilize and wear the gauze again regularly.
I nodded as an okay, but the doctor was only looking at Alan, who was also nodding.
