Finn
Finn, I’m serious.
Your iron levels are dangerously low.
Please contact a physician now.
Common symptoms of low iron levels are:
Fatigue/lack of energy
Extreme tiredness
Cold hands and feet
Shortness of breath (especially during physical activity)
Headaches
If those symptoms resonate with you, please,pleasesee a doctor.
I huffed, shaking my head.
Did those symptoms resonate with me?
Why, yes, they did.
Because I was overworked and fucking burned out.
Rubbing my eyes, I took a big gulp of the huge latte with way too many shots of espresso to be anywhere near healthy for consumption. But it’d get me through the night. Because I needed to finish my fucking thesis.
Again, I did not have time for cruel jokes like that one.
I had one week until my deadline, three shifts to work at the coffee shop, proofreading to do, and two job interviews to go to. My days barely had enough time to get everything done and even get a lick of sleep without a weirdo leaving medical advice for me on my door.
I ripped the Post-it offagainbefore having a look around. There was no one in the hallway. Not a single soul. But someone had left this note for me. Someone who had access to my building. Someone who pretended to know my iron levels. Which they could only have gathered via blood analysis, which was just… super creepy.
This was probably just a neighbor pulling some kind of weird-ass prank on me. And just in case they were looking out of their peephole to get my reaction, I tore the fucking Post-it to pieces before opening my apartment door.
