Chapter 23: ✓ Peanut allergy. (I)

Pain.

A severe headache is what I received when I got up a few minutes ago, I take an ibuprofen to calm the pain, I finished fixing myself and quickly I take my new bag, along with my lunch bag. I close my eyes for a moment, the headache is killing me and all because of my irresponsibility with alcohol, I look for sports shoes, I tie a bun and I loose my bangs, I should have it loose and use an executive suit but I just don't want to , I never agreed to go to give first aid classes in the company of the hospital owners so I will go dressed as I want, although I must also admit that I do not have a suit and I will not spend money on one that I will only wear for a few hours. Mentor Román has told me that after Kendra gives her speech I will be able to go to the hospital giving an excuse that only doctors have the pleasure to say. «Emergencies and patients». I smiled to myself, I feel kind of good after all the bourbon has served me up. I run to get the car keys and he rushed me to my destination. 'Okay Colette, you can interact with those people without any problem, just don't attract attention.' Thirty minutes later. "Good morning, this is Miss Weston. I am here for the first aid course that will be taught." I speak to the receptionist a little nervous. She is looking at me as if it were a bug, I just try to ignore her lack of respect for me, but she is right about how I come dressed is not correct, I came very informal for the happy 'course'. From what I understand, the mentor Román has told me that I must come as if I were a paramedic, as she said; 'you never know when there is an accident'. Unfortunately she will not be there, although I do not like her at all, she has taught me many things. - Yes, are you the one who is going to act like the patient? - I was stunned by her petulant attitude. "Yes, can you tell me where the meeting is please, I'm late." He stressed the last word. She smiles cynically. "She is fifteen minutes late." She pauses, looks for something at the desk. - Take the access card, go to the tenth floor, there you will find another secretary. I mark the tenth floor and it is closing its doors, he smiled at the song that began to play as the elevator took its course. Honestly, that trip was long, I never went up an elevator slower than this, I could never get along with one like that, too slow for my taste. When I finally entered the tenth floor, indeed, as the previous secretary said, there was another person on this floor. Elegance is what the place and the people who work here express, I feel a bit uncomfortable about my clothes, but of course I repeat to myself that this is how I came dressed. "Good morning, I'm Miss Weston, I'm here for the course that will be held." I look at her carefully, but hey, she looks at me the same way.than the previous secretary. "You're late Miss Weston, come with me." He rolled his eyes, a sermon with the headache that I carry is not so rewarding in the day. We walk through a corridor a little long about two or three meters, on each side there is a door as one advances towards the place where the happy course is located. She knocks on the door carefully and steps away a little, we wait no less than five seconds when they are already opening the door. "Hello, graduate, Miss Weston has just arrived." He looks at her with disdain and then at me. I have an "excuse me" smile. - I thought our doctors were punctual at all times, but I see that I was wrong. Excuse me, it's the missing resident, right? - His tone of voice and the words he says surprise me a lot, to the point that I say absolutely nothing. "I'm sorry, I had complications when I came." He looks at me infuriatingly. "Well, I am more sorry, you will not be able to enter the meeting, if you will please wait for your companions in the room with Miss Chelsea." My eyes widened, but like every professional I nodded and closed the door. I swallowed thickly, I wanted to reply but even if it bothered me, he was right. So I followed the lady now called Chelsea, who has a mocking smile and who wants to erase it with a blow but it is not the right thing to do. I sit for a long time at the reception, an hour and a half pass, I am already annoyed in a certain way that I have read all the magazines they have on the clipboard, now I know so much about show business that I am capable of being a television host on entertainment, and another thing that I do not forget the horoscopes, I can do an entertaining section in the tarot smiled briefly at the idea, I raise my head forward and I find the secretary staring at me like I was a crazy person. can I laugh at an inside joke? She is mindless.