Ugh,whydidIgo out last night? My head is splitting and my stomach is one bad smell away from emptying its contents on Ink Me’s pristine white floors. Jaxon would kill me if he were here.
I hit one of the light switches at my workstation, dimming the brightness.
Fuck, that’s better.
Billy called last night and tried to convince me to go out to the club. It didn’t take much convincing since I was in the mood to let loose, and the number of drinks I had reflected that. Those little pills he handed me when I arrived didn’thelp either.
I know last night was… irresponsible. The pounding in my head wholeheartedly agrees. Ugh, I need to stop answering when he calls. Just a couple more hours and I can go home and get some sleep. Lots of sleep.
Mira ushers in my next client. Thankfully, it’s just a piercing. I don’t know if I could handle the constant buzzing of the tattoo gun.
She’s young, a college student, and wants a nose ring. Her mother is going to be pissed, but hey, I’m not here to judge. The entire process only takes fifteen minutes and most of that’s set up.
By the time she’s walking out the door with a smile on her face, my head is down to a small thud, and my stomach only wants to revoltslightly. I’m calling it a win.
Bending down, I pull open the bottom drawer at my station. Everything goes a little woozy, so I quickly straighten and grab the counter. I close my eyes, waiting for the feeling to pass.
So maybenota win.
Once I have my bearings again, I go about sanitizing my station before putting the cleaning solution back in the drawer under my desk. As soon as I stand back up. Everything goes dizzy again. This time, I can hear the blood rushing through my ears and feel my heart beating in my chest.
Then everything goes quiet and my vision goes dark.
When I come to, I’m on the floor with my piercing tray and instruments scattered around me. My head hurts.
Ouch! Motherfucker!
Mira runs to my station. “Oh my God, Jasper. What happened?” Dom comes in next, “Jasper?”
“I’m fine, really. I got a little dizzy and maybe fainted.”
“Mira, call 911.”
“You don’t need to call 911, really I’m…”
“Mira, call 911.” Knowing Dom won’t budge on this, I whisper a silent curse.“Shit.”
“Can you stand?” he asks.
“Yes, I can stand.” Geesh, everyone is overreacting. I move to get up, trying to hide just how unsteady on my feet I really am.
Dom hovers over me, ready to catch me, but at least he’s nice enough to let me do it on my own.
“You need to sit. Hop up onto the table.”
“Yes, Sir. Mr.Dom,” I exaggerate his name.
“Well, good to know you still have your feistiness.”
Hopping up onto the table, I kick my legs like a four-year-old. “I don’t need an ambulance,” I say, which comes out as more of a whine.
“I’m not saying you do, just that you should be checked out before you go anywhere.”
“Fine.” I roll my eyes.
“He’s back here,” Mira says as she rounds the corner.
Dom moves to stand off to the side as a small twink of a thing comes in like he owns the place, setting a bag of who knows what on my desk.
