Dr.Evan
“I asked for ice coffee you idiot!”
Before I could say anything, the feeling in my arm numbed, quickly switching to the feeling of fire burning on my skin.
Soon after, I realized that the woman who was just yelling at me had decided to throw her scalding hot coffee at me.
I stepped back from the counter, trying to clutch my arm without causing any more damage.
My coworkers started to take care of the situation as I slipped into the back. I stumbled into the bathroom, thanking the gods for our constant ice cold water.
I pulled off my shirt, grabbing one of our shitty paper towels that were more like sandpaper than anything else. I ran it under the water and pressed it to the burn, biting down hard on my lip as I did.
I stood there for a few minutes, leaning against the sink. I could go get medical help which was probably what I should do but that would cost money and I wasn't exactly loaded. Not only that but I would have to leave work, meaning I would end up making less money to pay for the doctor's visit.
I sighed, straightening my back and threw the paper towel in the trash. I could survive for the rest of my shirt and I could deal with the stupid burn when I got home.
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I stood in my bathroom, running my fingers over the burn. I winced as my skin connected, quickly pulling my fingers away away.
I didn’t really know what to do. I didn’t pay attention in any sort of science class I had. Honestly, I didn't listen in any class I took as I had never really found any of them interesting.
But then I remembered who would be able to help, as he was a med student.
My neighbor and best friend, Evan Rosier.
I dug my phone out of my pocket, quickly clicking on Evan’s contact and started typing.
Barty: evannn
Evan: yeah?
Barty: say someone got coffee thrown at them and they didn’t get medical attention and that was like 6 hours ago, what should they do?
Evan: my god Barty, what did you do?
Barty: I didn’t do anything!
Evan: i’ll be there in 5
Barty: thank you
I placed my phone on the countertop, still staring into the mirror. I reached up to touch it again, my fingers hovering not even centimeters from skin. I then shook my head, deciding that it was best to wait for Evan who was, you know, a medical student.
I picked my shirt up from off the floor, throwing it into my laundry basket. I grabbed my bag from off my bed and took out my other shirt which had managed to get covered in coffee and threw it in the laundry basket as well.
Before I could do much else I heard a knock on my door. I stood up and walked towards the sound, opening the door.
“Merlin's Beard!” Evan exclaimed as soon as he saw my arm, “how did you even manage to do this?”
His hair was as messy as ever, his blue eyes sparkling in the low light. My lungs threatened to give out as our eyes met, a slight smile playing on my lips.
“It’s not like I did it,” I sighed, rolling my eyes as I sat down on the couch, “some crazy lady at work did.”
Evan sat down next to me, putting his bag on the floor and digging through it.
“I didn’t realize being a barista was such a dangerous job,” he said, laughing slightly, putting some sort of ointment on my arm and then wrapped a bandage around it.
I bit my lip as he did this, trying not to let the pain show on my face.
“Yeah me neither,” I muttered, laughing as well.
I wasn’t really paying attention to what he or I was saying but rather to his voice, trying to keep my heart from racing and trying to make my lungs work like they should.
“Here take this,” Evan handed me some ibuprofen and a water bottle, “then you should be okay.”
I took them from him, biting my tongue when his fingers brushed mine. I took a swig of the water and tried to ignore the racing of my heart.
“Thanks Ev,” I whispered, leaning back and closing my eyes.
“Now you owe me,” he pointed out, “more than you already do.”
“Yeah,” I sighed, smiling slightly.
He smiled back at me, his eyes and teeth sparkling. My heart was beating like a drum in my ears causing a pounding headache.
“What exactly am I supposed to do with this now?” I asked, referring to my arm.
“Well, don’t touch it and I can re-do it again tomorrow and after a few days it’ll start to heal. It might leave a scar though ,”
“That’s fine,” I yawned, “It’ll be my battle scar.”
“Oh yeah?” he laughed, “from all of the battles you’ve fought in?”
“Many of them,” I mumbled, sitting up and opening my eyes again. He was still there, smiling a little as he met my eyes.
“Well, I should probably get going,” Evan said, standing up and grabbing his bag from the floor.
“Thanks again,” I smiled, walking him to the door.
“Text me if anything happens, okay? And try your best not to touch it and don’t lay on that side okay?”
I nodded.
“Alright well, see you around Barty,” he nodded and then slipped out into the hallway. I closed the door, leaning against it.
I was fucked and it didn’t have anything to do with my arm.