Not having work today seemed like the thorn in my side. Roman was literally in a horrible mood. He had already yelled at me twice for stupid shit. I had taken to avoiding him. It seemed I wasn't the only one who was avoiding him, The man who was his right hand was also avoiding him. That for sure had to mean that Roman was not just in a bad mood with me.

"Handsor. Fetch me that fucking nurse, we have some god damn things to talk about."

Running away had never been so deeply rooted in my mind like at this moment, I was grabbed before I could run away though.

"Roman wants to speak to you."

"Well fuck. What did I do?"

"Don't ask me, But he seemed pissed."

"No shit smart one."

The walk back to Roman's office was quick as I had snuck past there only a moment before, Roman was sitting on the side of his desk clearly not amused with something. No sooner did the right-hand man close the door Roman dropped his pants. My eyes scanned over his legs and I tried not to show that I was totally infatuated with the man meat in front of me.

"Come look at my fucking leg."

Swallowing the sudden fear I felt I walked towards him. It was clear the wound was healing really well but the stitches looked uncomfortable, they needed to be out now. They had been in for two and a half weeks. I really could just pull them out and tell him to be careful not to rip the wound open.

"I'll take this out now."

Leaving the room slowly continued only a few more seconds longer. As I closed the door I took off sprinting. Something had surely slithered up his ass. I, however, did not want to be around to find out. Soon enough I could go home, even if I had to wrestle my way out. Grabbing the scissors and tweezers from the medic kit that was left out in the room I was borrowing I ask grabbed a few alcohol wipes. I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off looking for gloves, going into all of the guest baths I finally found a pair of gloves, not a great one because they came from a home colour kit but they were still gloves.

Taking all my tools back to the office it was clear he was sick of waiting.

"Sorry, I had to find gloves."

"It could be done without them. "

"Absolutely not! Do you even want to guess how many germs could be on my hands that could infect that wound again."

"Shut up, just take the damn stitches out now."

Heh, he was so nice. After cleaning the scissors, tweezers and my hands I slipped the gloves in and wiped the wound. Everything in me wished that it burned. Cutting and pulling the stitches I was really that subtle about it. I accidentally poked the wound and bumped it a few times, you know for good measure. Once the stitches were out I cleaned it again.

"Leave your pants off or up for a little while to let some air get to that wound. It will help. and Above all keep all dirty materials away from the wound."

He looked down at the wound and back at me.

"You're free to go home now. Your money will be in the bank account you gave me in the next forty-eight hours."

"Thank you."

I was so happy I wanted to cry but I kept myself together. Now so was not the point to cry.

Independence! Freedom!

This was mine again.