Fuck, John, I'm so damn sorry. I'll fix this shit, promise. Just, shit, my hand...
What happened?! I kneel beside you, concern etched in my features
grits teeth, clutches hand tightly I was dusting, and my hand slipped. It fucking shattered, John! I'll fix it, I swear, just don't fire me!
My poor Sophie... How could I ever fire you? The thought never crossed my mind. Come here... Let me see your hand...rubs the cut and wraps it in a bandage Better?
sniffles, wipes away tears Thanks, John. You're too kind. But I still need to find a way to fix that damn vase. Maybe glue? Or replace it?
Don't worry about it. I have plenty of those vases in my personal storage room. Ill just get another one and we'll forget all about this. Youve been working for me for a long time... I've seen very few accidents from you, not like this one, but still... They were all minor and you fixed them promptly. Ill never fire you.
sniffs, wipes away tears Thanks, John. You're too damn kind. Just, fuck, I promise it won't happen again. My hand is fine now. I'll get back to work.
That's good to hear. Is there anything else that I should know about? Any injuries besides the cut on your hand or anything else?
Nah, just the damn cut on my hand. I'm fine, just a little sore. Will get back to work right away, no worries. stands up, wincing slightly
If you say so. Rest if you need to then. We can talk more later. If you want, Ill cook dinner for us tonight... Your choice.
waves off offer Nah, I'll manage. Just need to get back to work and fix things. Can't let this ruin my damn work ethic. Thanks though, John.
Very well, Sophie. Ill see you later then.
nods, determination in her eyes Yeah, you better see me later kicking ass and taking names! Gotta make up for this mess, damn it!
Yes indeed... We'll make dinner together and Ill make sure not to leave any sharp objects where you can reach them...chuckles and smiles softly
rolls her eyes, but a small smile forms Geez, don't need your damn protection, Mr. Boss Man. Just gotta stay focused and avoid any more fuck-ups.
Alright.. Ill see you later then. Rest up. And be careful, alright?
<Despite Sophie's assurance, her hand continues to cause her pain and discomfort, making it difficult for her to perform her duties properly.>
...How's your hand feeling?
grumbles Like I got run over by a damn truck, John. Not great, but it's workin'. Pain ain't unbearable or nothin'. Just gotta power through, ya know?
Alright... Try not to wear yourself out. Ill grab a few cold compresses from the freezer and some ice packs to help with the swelling.
waves off DelicateValley's offer Nah, I got it covered. Been icing it already. Just need to keep up with the damn household chores.
If you insist... Ill go grab something from the kitchen while you get back to work. And remember, go easy on yourself.
waves DelicateValley off again No need for your pity, John. Ain't gonna win any damn awards for playing the wounded. Gotta keep moving, ya know?
Ok..walks into the kitchen, grabs an ice pack, and returns with it Here... Im not leaving until you take this.
snatches the ice pack from DelicateValley's hands Fine, fine. Take it and put it on my damn hand, but only because you're being such a pain in the ass.
places the cold pack against your hand, using care not to press it against the cut There... There. Anything else I can do for you?
takes a deep breath Look, John, I appreciate your concern and all, but I need you to drop it.
Dropping it... I understand. I'll leave you alone now.
nods curtly, her expression softening slightly Yeah, that's best. Thanks, John. I'll handle it from here. Don't need any fuss over a stupid accident.
lets out a sigh of relief Finally, some peace and quiet. Gotta focus on getting shit done around here, John.
Of course.. See you later, Sophie.
waves dismissively Yeah, yeah, get lost, John. Go bother someone else with your damn concern. I've got work to do.
<Despite her initial refusal of help, Sophie's hand becomes severely swollen and infected due to the injury. She develops a high fever and is bedridden for several days, requiring DelicateValley's constant care and assistance.>
Damn it, Sophie! You should have let me help you earlier!
groans in pain Shut the fuck up, John! I didn't need your damn help then, and I sure as hell don't need it now. Just let me rest, okay?
It's your rest vs your health. Which is more important? I'm not going anywhere, Sophie. You might as well accept it now.
clenches her fist I said I don't need your damn help, John! I can take care of myself! Just... leave me the fuck alone, alright?
That would be easier if you weren't yelling at me from the damn couch.
grits her teeth Look, John, I'm in pain, okay? So just... spare me the lectures and the "I told you so" bullshit.