A crazy day 1

I limp home on the dimly lit sidewalk my side gushing with blood, my fur turns from brown to red in seconds. I get to my apartment door and fumble with my keys, nearly dropping them, I unlock my door and step inside, the cool air making me shiver, I close my door and hobble to the bathroom. I look in the mirror, blood beginning to seep through my fingers and fall onto the ground. I rummage through my drawers for anything to stop the bleeding. I spot a couple cotton pads and some bandages and pull them out of the drawer, turning back to the mirror I move my hand, more blood pours from my open wound, I wince in pain my ears flattening against my head, the smell of blood finally catching my nose, I place the cotton pads on my wound and wrap the bandages tightly around myself. After a few minutes blood seeps through my bandages, why that's no good, I mumble to myself, I can't go to the hospital since hybrids aren't allowed free medical care, so instead I go back into my bathroom and rewrap my self putting fresh cotton pads over my wound, I grab some painkillers from my cabinet and pop them into my mouth, swallowing them with one swish. I lay down on my bed, my side burning, my eyes drooping slightly, I let exhaustion take over my body and fall asleep.

I wake up the next morning once the sun hits my eyes from my window, I sit up and writhe in pain, I go to the bathroom again grabbing the painkillers from my cabinet once more popping a few into my mouth and swallowing. I grab a sweatshirt and put it on, I never took off my shoes last night so that's a plus, I grab my keys and head out, I walk down the sidewalk to the café that I work at. Today will most likely be shitty just like always, I open the door and walk around the counter into the back room, I grab my apron from it's hook and slip it over my head and tying it loosely around my waist, careful of my wound. I go out to the register clocking in and waiting for customers to arrive. A middle aged woman walks with, who I presume, is her son, she steps up to the counter and looks down at her son.

"What do you want?"

The boy looks up at the woman and shrug.

"I don't know, there's to many things."

"Well they have croissants and tea and lavender drinks, and I think they have sandwiches."

The woman looks at me for reassurance and I nod back to her.

"Yeah they have sandwiches, so what do you want?"

The boy looks up at the menu even though I think he's to young to read.

"I want a sandwich." He says looking back at his mom.

"Well which one do you want?"

The boy looks back up at the menu, and then looks at the ground, my ears flatten against my head at how long this is taking.

"Michael! What do you want!?"

The woman is practically shouting at this little boy now and it hurts my ears.

"I don't know."

The little boys shoulder start shaking, oh God he's crying.

"Fine he'll just get a ham sandwich, and i'll get a lavender latte."

I type this into the computer.

"'Is that all?"

"No I don't want a ham sandwich!"

This little boy starts hollering at the top of his lungs, I cover my ears as the woman covers the boys mouth.

"Be quiet! We do not yell in public! If you don't want that sandwich then tell me what you want, but if your going to yell your not getting anything."

Tears are streaming down this boy's face his cheeks are red and his eyes puffy.

"I want a turkey sandwich not a ham sandwich."

"That's what you're yelling about? The meat?"

The woman turns to me and gives me a look, so I type up the new sandwich.

"So a turkey sandwich and a lavender latte, is that all?"

"Yes that will be all."

The woman pulls out her walet.

"9.57 please"

"My goodness that's cheap."

"We're very popular so we're able to stay cheap."

"We'll that's good."

"Mhm can I have a name for the order I forgot to ask."

"Oh yes, it's Elodie, E-L-O-D-I-E."

I type in her name for the order and she hands me her card, I swipe it and turn the computer around.

"It'll just ask if you'd like to tip."

She touches the screen and I turn the computer back around, the order goes through and I hand her her card back.

"They you are, they'll call your name when it's ready right over there."

I point to the other end of the counter. The woman takes the boys hand.

"Thank you."

She walks away the little boy trudging along. More people begin filing in and I take orders and send them off, a few young girls come in and a couple older gentlemen, a great variety of people come to order food and drinks, hybrids, sirens, cyclopes, but mostly normal humans. As more people begin to come in my side begins to sting again.

"Hey Marco!"

A new boy hired about three days ago comes over.

"Yeah?"

"Could you take orders for a minute I have to run back and something."

"I can try."

"Thank you."

I go into the back and grab my bag, rummaging through it for more painkillers after 5 minutes of looking and pouring my bags contents onto the table Marco comes to get me.

"What's wrong?"

"My side is killing me and I can't find any painkillers!"

Marco comes over to me and looks at the table.

"You got a lot of &h!1 in your bag huh?"

"I can't find what I need!"

Marco looks at me his face filled with concern.

"Can't you just push through?"

"NO I CAN'T!"

Marco steps back as I yell, he raises his hands in surrender.

"Sorry Opal, I think I might have painkillers though. Why does your side hurt?"

Marco grabs his bag and starts rummaging through it.

"My side just hurts like h#11 bro don't ask."

Marco pulls out a container of meds from his bag, opening it and handing me some pills.

"Here you go."

"Thanks man."

I take the pills and down them.

"There gonna take a minute to kick."

"Yeah yeah."

I plop onto the couch and groan in pain.

"You have like ten more minutes till your breaks over."

"Yeah yeah ok whatever."

"Ok... see you in 10."

"Mhm."

I fall asleep.