Cleaning his face of the blood James stands "I suppose i better go inside to the office and report this, get some disinfectant and a Band-Aid as well" Sighs James as he stands up ,"you need a hand getting there " Steven inquires "I'll be right just a little wobbly" walking through the dispatch James makes it to the Wall as they like to call it separating the manual worker scum from the managers and sales people a big set of black automated door stretching a few meters up to the dispatch ceiling.
As he approaches they slowly grind open and a blast of fridged air from the showroom floor pushes back the 35c heat of the day, cautously as if he doesn't belong out here he slowly walks through the gates and into the jungle that is the sales floor in search of a manager and first aid kit ,he slowly walks to the back of the showroom floor where the office is fenched in by a waist high bench shaped as a square with six desks arranged in two rows inside it he enteres and goes to the one in the back corner and grabs the medical supplies.
"James what are you doing out here?" inquires the office manager, a short rotund bitter red head "Oh your head....... YOUR BLEEDING ON THE CARPET STOP IT" "it's not like I can really stop it" James weakly protests "Of course you can your just not trying hard enough idiot" shrilled the office manager. "look Ashlee I'am just here for some betadine and a Band-Aid, I guess to also do an incident report considering I took a pretty big hit to the fore head and I've got a chuck of skin missing" Looking up from her mobile phone in which she was playing a game with an expression of absolute loathing "does it look like I have time to waste with you doing an incident report unlike dispatch some of us actually have to work hard, instead of standing out there chatting all day James you know where the first aid kit is help yourself and don't waste anymore of my time"
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Livid with the way he's being treated but knowing nothing he can do or say will make a difference James accepts his defeat and opens the first aid kit rummuging around for some betadine and a Band-Aid he uses a small hand mirror that's in the first aid kit to apply the band-aid as he's doing this the store manager arrives and quickly turns around to avoid the responsibility of with dealing with an incident report, finishing with the mirror james packs it away still feeling a little dizzy and woozy he quickly beats a hasty retreat from the office past the redhaired menace of an office manager and back through the wall into the safe welcoming warmth and humidity that is dispatch.