Okay so it was kind of mean of me to leave off at the looming danger portion of the story (but hey am still here writing this so you know I’m okay.)
So the big cabinet was tipping over which was going to crush me between the two I was already wedged against. By the way my life didn’t flash before my eyes; all that happened was that I felt a strong urge to urinate. (Which I am so glad I did not do.) I felt a hand grab my left arm and pull me out just as the thing hit and toppled the two I was wedged between; one of them hit my right side hard as I was pulled out of the way. It felt like my whole shoulder had been zapped by an ‘excruciating pain gun’ and the only reason I didn’t collapse was because Daniel still had a hold of my left arm.
I didn’t even notice the large domino effect of shelves and cabinets the size of houses toppling down the side of the wall. I was in so much pain, more than I had ever been in. I can’t remember how I got on the floor but I do remember desperately tying to get away from Daniel who was trying to move my arm (not a fan of blinding white agony thanks) and shouting at me. I knew I had a dislocated shoulder cause he told me, (Also the weird bulgy thing on my shoulder)but I don’t actually know the words he used, I was too busy trying to avoid him touching my shoulder.
Eventually he lost patience and shouted at me that if he didn’t fix it I could have permanent damage, he lifted me on top of a wooden box and pinned me there. (I was crying at this point apologising for all the stuff I said and begging him to leave me alone) He did something, (to be honest I only focused on the pain which ramped up to 11) a pulling twisting motion to my arm and then, well then I passed out.
Next thing I was aware of was waking up in Director Moore’s couch (in his office) with the agency doctor talking to some people. He said that it was the right thing to do (popping my shoulder back in place) and that there didn’t appear to be any worrying signs. I got taken for a scan and stuff and given a butt load of painkillers and Michael took me home. (I wasn’t even able to enjoy the alone time with my favourite spy.)
I was given some time off work, but I’ll be back tomorrow. I still need the sling but am able to move arm a little and the pain isn’t as bad. I am actually more pissed off that Daniel helped me, how dare he make it harder to justifiably hate him. Prick.
So yep that’s my Halloween, how was yours?
