Oh man. It looks bad. It looks really bad.
The skin is all in tatters. The wounds are raw and bleeding still, oozing bright red. I can't stop staring at it. It must hurt. I'm sure it hurts.
I'm crying at work again, but I don't care.
I wish there was something more I could do. But it's done. It's over.
Oh god, what have I done?
There are consults waiting again. Have to smile. Have to be helpful and friendly and carry my mistakes with me, in every corner of my day, could I have done something different? If only I had been more careful.
There was no way I could have known.
The blood on my hands is drying.
Okay, Chryso. Okay, Chryso. You're okay. You've been standing here by yourself in the consult room for fifteen minutes now. They're gone. It's behind you. Smile. Move forward. You can't undo it. In time, it will just be another burden of yours. A mistake. One of many. Let's go squeeze some anal glands, k?
I moisten some tissues and try to clean the blood off the wall.
I can still her her sobbing. Her face crumpled and soaked from crying, as she carried that precious little dog out of the room.
You couldn't have known. You just made a mistake.
Just a mistake that caused suffering and grief and anxiety. How can I get through this day?
I pour some chlorhex on my knuckles. It stings now, but I don't care. I know I'll regret this tomorrow. Sorry, wall, it wasn't your fault. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry for the pain I've caused you. It was a mistake. I just didn't know.
I can't quite get the bloodstains off the wall. They'll remain there, but no one else will know. I'll see them. I'll see them every day I walk in here. Slowly fading with time. Just another stain.
The skin is all in tatters. The wounds are raw and bleeding still, oozing bright red. I can't stop staring at it. It must hurt. I'm sure it hurts.
I'm crying at work again, but I don't care.
I wish there was something more I could do. But it's done. It's over.
Oh god, what have I done?
There are consults waiting again. Have to smile. Have to be helpful and friendly and carry my mistakes with me, in every corner of my day, could I have done something different? If only I had been more careful.
There was no way I could have known.
The blood on my hands is drying.
Okay, Chryso. Okay, Chryso. You're okay. You've been standing here by yourself in the consult room for fifteen minutes now. They're gone. It's behind you. Smile. Move forward. You can't undo it. In time, it will just be another burden of yours. A mistake. One of many. Let's go squeeze some anal glands, k?
I moisten some tissues and try to clean the blood off the wall.
I can still her her sobbing. Her face crumpled and soaked from crying, as she carried that precious little dog out of the room.
You couldn't have known. You just made a mistake.
Just a mistake that caused suffering and grief and anxiety. How can I get through this day?
I pour some chlorhex on my knuckles. It stings now, but I don't care. I know I'll regret this tomorrow. Sorry, wall, it wasn't your fault. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry for the pain I've caused you. It was a mistake. I just didn't know.
I can't quite get the bloodstains off the wall. They'll remain there, but no one else will know. I'll see them. I'll see them every day I walk in here. Slowly fading with time. Just another stain.
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