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'Dear God! Are you okay?' The lady behind me in the waiting room asks.
Of course I'm not okay! My nose is bleeding and throbbing and it hurts like hell -- all thanks to that idiot blonde girl who apparently doesn't know how to open a god damn door.
'You should look up, dear, otherwise the bleeding won't stop,' the lady says, suddenly standing beside me and pushing my head to the back.
'Excuse me, ma'am,' I say taking her hand off my head because I almost choke on my own blood. 'I know damn well how to handle a bleeding nose, thank you.'
I walk away from her to the receptionist behind the desk near the entrance of the clinic and ask her where the men's room is. She's shocked to see my bloody nose and quickly points me to the back of the hallway near the waitingroom.
I hurry myself over there and lock myself in the toilet. I grab a handfull of paper from the dispenser and quickly press it against my nose. Damn, it hurts. But it doesn't feel like it's broken. Just really bruised up, is all.
Thankfully I know exactly how to handle a nosebleed. I used to have them all the time when I was younger, so it wasn't much of a big deal. I tilt my head forward and pinch my nostrils together just below the bony center part of my nose. Applying pressure helps stop the blood flow and the nosebleed will usually go away within ten minutes of steady pressure.
The only thing I can't comprehend with is that girl. She said sorry and then slammed the door in my face again? She could've at least asked me if I was okay, if she could do something for me; grab me a tissue or call a docter. It's basic manners, but apparently people in New York don't have manners.
I clean my nose and wipe away as much blood as I can and then press a new piece of toilet paper against it. The bleeding hadn't stopped yet but I know it would soon so I decide to go back to the waitingroom and sit down next to the lady who tried to help me earlier.
She looks concerned.
'Do you want me to call an ambulance, dear?'
I shake my head. 'No thanks, ma'am, I'll be alright.'
'Are you sure? It looks like it might be broken...'
'Trust me, if it were broken I'd be squealing like a pig right now.'
'Alright then...' the lady starts shaking her leg nervously. 'What a clumsy girl, that was. It was completely her fault. You just stood there. You did nothing and she just storms out like that. Are you sure you're okay, dear?' she reaches for my face again but I duck away.
'I'm fine!'
'Are you sure?'
Holy crap, this lady is insane. I stand up from my chair to move to another one far away from her when the door to Dr. Gally's office (which had hit me in the face a few minutes ago) opens again and I end up looking straight into my blonde abuser's eyes.
