The great enemy of the truth is very often not the lie, deliberate, contrived and dishonest, but the myth, persistent, persuasive and unrealistic.
-John F. Kennedy“Call the security!”
Someone shouted. It was Mr. Curtis. I knew he was talking to me but I couldn’t do anything, all I felt was the hot sharp pain on my left foot.
“Can you hear me?”
“She’s injured," Kelly said as she helped me regain my balance. I had already pulled off my shoes but I couldn’t place my foot on the ground firmly without flinching at the pain.
“You call the security then.” Mr. Curtis voice seemed strained. I couldn’t see him because he was inside the private room while I was still at the entrance.
“I already did," Kelly yelled back as she helped me to the staff’s dressing room. I sat on a bench as she searched the lockers frantically for the first aid box.
“Stay here let me get first aid."
When she left, I strained my ears so as to hear what was going on at the private section but I heard nothing. I was almost sure that the customers at the main section could not hear as well or this was just a very nasty dream.
“Ouch!”
A sharp pain spread through my left leg as if to tell me that this was very true. After a few minutes, Kelly came back with a box of medical kits.
“Does it hurt?”
“A lot.”
Kelly crouched to take a good look at my leg. It was nice to have a secretary who was good at almost everything. She did the job of a nurse and a secretary perfectly. I remember when a cook got burnt by hot grease, I heard her shout place it under running water!
“It’s not that bad, it could have been worse.”
“What happened out there?”
“It’s being taken care of."
“Who was that man?”
“I don’t know, the security should have done a better job, we all need to be more alert next time.”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at her clip replies. She knew something and she wasn’t going to tell. The blue-eyed stranger couldn’t have caused that kind of commotion for nothing. It was either he had an unfinished business with the couple or he was just crazy.
I sighed suddenly wishing that Laura had Kelly’s job, I would know what was going on outside because she would tell me.
“I don’t think you will be able to work with this foot for sometime,” she said as she wrapped my foot with bandage.
Great, now I wouldn’t be able to go to Shelby’s Home.
“Don’t stress the foot and I recommend that you get checked, just to be sure that there aren’t any severe damages, although I doubt there is.”
Her voice was confident almost like she knew what she was doing. I wanted to ask her how she knows but I didn't.
I was quiet as Kelly finished with my leg and packed up but not before her dark slender fingers pressed two tablets of painkillers into my hands.
"It would numb the pain," She explained and it really did.
“Do you need anything else?” Kelly asked as she got up.
“No thanks, I’ll just wait out my shift here.”
I wouldn’t have been in this mess if the so-called most eligible bachelor in the city hadn’t thought of proposing to longtime girlfriend here. I was the one left in so much inconvenience.
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