Jackass Boss [COMPLETED]

Past haunted back

"Don't worry. He's fine. He vomited everything, and we've already cleaned out his stomach," the doctor said, making everyone sigh in collective relief.

We were finally allowed into his room. There he was—Mr. Erickson—pale and weak, sitting upright with a bucket beside him. The moment his eyes met mine, they narrowed. He looked around, grabbed a plate from his bedside table, and hurled it at me.

I ducked just in time.

"Damn you... you tried to kill me!" he growled hoarsely, his voice cracking as he coughed.

"I-It's not my fault..." I mumbled, feigning innocence.

How was it my fault that he drank it without checking?

Everyone turned to look at him—and then at me. I bowed my head in shame. Mr. Holden, Andrew, Finlay, Dev, Elina, and Leah were all there. And just like that, the room erupted in laughter.

"Jesus, Jay! Can't you tell the difference between poison and an isotonic drink?" Dev laughed, patting his shoulder.

"I can't believe you ended up hospitalized because of that," Elina added, barely able to breathe through her giggles.

"Aargh! God, just kill me now. Both drinks tasted bitter, damn it!" Jay groaned, making everyone laugh even harder.

"S-Sorry..." I said, feeling genuinely guilty now.

"Sorry? Why the heck didn't you tell me earlier?!" he snapped, clearly annoyed.

"N-No... I tried to warn you but... you were talking to Mr. Dev and I... postponed it," I explained weakly.

"P-Postponed?! You mean after I died?!" He slammed a fist on the bed.

"Oh my god, that's hilarious!" Dev suddenly pulled me into a laughing hug. "I really like you!"

"Me too!" Elina chimed in.

Jay looked absolutely done. "Are you guys even my friends?!"

"Mr. Erickson, get well soon," Holden chuckled, failing to hold in his laughter. "I... I better leave before I burst." He ran out, with Leah following close behind.

Jay's face flushed a deeper red. Poor guy. Everyone was making fun of him, and yet... seeing him like that, it was hard not to laugh.

Later, when we brought him home after the hospital visit, he was resting in his room. The doctor said he was fine now—just needed rest.

I knocked gently. "M-Mr. Erickson?" I stepped inside and touched his shoulder. "Sir?"

He jolted awake. "Damn! What now?" He was still clearly annoyed with me.

"Y-You need to eat, sir," I said, holding up the porridge I'd made.

"Put it there. I'll eat it later."

"No, you have to take your medicine, so..."

"Can you just leave me alone?"

"S-Sorry..." I sighed, placing the bowl down.

He reluctantly sat up, grumbling. I stayed seated in the chair next to his bed. Leah had made me promise to ensure he ate.

"I'm eating. Can you go now?" he grunted.

"No, I have to make sure you take your medicine," I insisted, firmly but gently.

He started coughing mid-bite. I quickly handed him a glass of water and helped him drink. With my other hand, I gently patted his head. "You okay?"

He stared at me, his gaze softening just slightly. "Why are you hitting my head?"

"Uh... sorry... It's a habit. My mom used to do that when we were kids and we coughed. I guess I just picked it up."