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You can't sleep. Something was bothering you and you couldn’t place it. You feel an ache in your jaw. It shifted and stretched to one side as you let out a big yawn. You try to get comfy so you switch to the other side of the bed.
That’s when you feel it. A tightness under your ear. You huff and get up padding to the bathroom. You lift your earlobe checking the damage. You have to turn your neck to really see it. An angry reddish lump. Yuck!
"Oh no! Not you again."
You mutter.
It was a fucking boil! You used to get them in high school and they hurt. It was too embarrassing to mention it or ask for help so you would wake up with crusted over blood and fluid all over your pillow. Your ear did a good job of hiding it at the time. You had your hair long and it burst all over your locks. It was your nasty gooey secret.
You have the big Christmas number tomorrow; you were just a backup dancer, but you didn’t want to be in any pain if you could help it. Your body was too exhausted to lift your arms to try and pop it tonight. It was nearly 2 am!
You decide to seek Gorski for help.
"No it’s too late, Angel. I'll help you first, tomorrow I promise.”
“But-“
She almost slams the door in your face.
It would seem Gorski was not a night person.
You huff and shuffle back to your room. When you got to the end of the hall, you notice Blue's office door is open. You hear a chair squeak and the flicks of a lighter. You walk towards the sign of life.
The ache behind your ear made you bold because you open the door wider. You lock eyes with the big boss man.
“Can’t sleep?”
Cigarette smoke dances between his fingers.
“No actually I-“
"Sit."
You do as he says. Man you don't like these overhead lights. The brightness makes your eyes heavy.
“Something wrong?”
You watched the cigarette bounce against his lips. You blink a couple times and look down.
“It’s embarrassing.”
“Honey I’ve heard it all. Stds, think you may be pregnant? Nothing's too embarrassing for Ole Blue OK? So go ahead and just tell me. I can’t help if you don’t tell me.”
You're fighting sleep but your jaw cracks open releasing yet another yawn. It made the lump tighten and you groan out of frustration.
“I have a huge fucking boil behind my ear.”
He puts his cigarette out.
“Where?”
"Come see for yourself."
He comes behind you. Your pointer finger folds your earlobe to reveal the nasty thing.
"Hmm."
He almost sounded impressed. He walks back to his desk, unbuttoning his silky green dress shirt. You glare at him.
“I’m off the clock buddy.”
“Oh get your head out of the gutter.”
He swings it over his chair. Standing there in his simple white tank, his hands rest on his hips .
“OK. I’m gonna pop it for you. I just don't wanna get any on my shirt alright?”
“You will? - I."
"Sit on the desk."
Your eyebrows hit your hairline.
"Come on we don’t have all night honey."
You sit in the desk.
"You a screamer?"
You took too long to answer for his liking, so he pinches your thigh.
"Ow! what are you nuts?!"
"I’ll get you something to bite on."
He comes back with a pair of socks rolled into a roundish ball, shoving it in your mouth.
He bends to meet your eyes. His arms on either side of your hips, hands resting on the desk.
“You ready?”
You nod.
His face gets closer to your ear.
You mumble something and move your head back.
“What? I’m gonna pop it.”
Another muffled sentence.
“Yes with my mouth. I’ve had much worse in there, it ain’t no big thing.”
He winks.
Unsure, you raise your hand like you were in school.
"What?"
You put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. You don’t know how hard blues gonna bite.
"Ready?"
"Mmhm"
He tries again and you feel his warm breath behind your ear. It tickles a bit. Under different circumstances, this could be really romantic.
A sharp pain made you groan into the socks.
Blue pulls away from you and pats your shoulders before shuffling to his bathroom and spitting into the sink as if he swallowed poison.
You take the bundle of socks out of your gob.
Touching your earlobe, Your finger meets with a bit of blood but you don’t feel the mound. It’s almost as flat like normal.
Blue walks back in, wiping his mouth. He hands you a small damp towel.
"God Bless you, Blue!"
"Don’t mention it. Now get outta here and get some sleep."
Before you can even stand, he sits on his chair and lights another cigarette.
You stand, the damp towel not leaving your ear.
"Hey honey?"
"Yes."
"Close my door please."
"You got it boss."