To Want You

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She popped up from the corner where the emergency stairs are located so It's obvious she ran the whole way up here. I nibble the bottom portion on my lip, waiting for her to lend me some kind of response. I can't exactly walk away since that'll be so unprofessional of me. She stopped in front of me for a reason.

I cross my arms over my chest, scrunching the fabric of my blouse. From how she's trying hard to catch up with her breath, you'd either think she came from running a seventy thousand mile marathon or is about to have an asthma attack. My fingers clench in a weary manner at the possibility of the happening.

I don't think I'll be willing to rush another person to the hospital again. The last time that happened, my car seat got stained with human crap. I'm still stuck with that trauma up to this day. And that happened three months ago.

I pray to the heavens above that it isn't having an asthma attack.

Thankfully, she doesn't.

Once Sarah's finally caught her breath, she points up at the ceiling and says. "B-Boss is looking for you. And I've a-already placed the file on your table."

"Did you have lunch already?"

"I d-did."

I pat her shoulder two times before walking ahead. "Very well. Thank you."

Sarah timidly begins making her way back down to where her office is, making a wise decision to use the elevator this time.

Abel.