I am not her - My little one (6.)

The whole afternoon until the evening was literally a rush. Anna made different kinds of coffee and here and there hot chocolate. It was a good thing she had Andrea, who always got up and rushed to take the order. Even Michael pitched in to take orders, which was more than impressive to Anna. He never did anything for others, quite the opposite. He waited to see what they would do for him.

 

Anna shook her head and shifted from foot to foot. In doing so, she gritted her teeth as a stabbing pain shot through her leg, so much so that her eyes momentarily glazed over. So she quickly grabbed the closest thing to her.

 

Boom! There was a hollow, rather loud sound.

 

"Shit," she hissed softly through her teeth and took an arduous step backward, about to bend down for the staff lying on the ground when...

 

"I think we're pretty good at this, don't you?" A deep voice echoed. At that moment, Anna sent all the holy air to all the devils. How had she not heard Michael's footsteps?

 

"Quite, " she replied, hoping her voice wouldn't betray her. Fortunately, it did. The man with the black hair was looking at his daughter sitting at the table where Andrea was now sitting.

 

This gave Anna a chance to take a step forward again, but the cane, which to her annoyance, was still on the floor next to her. The woman's eyes were so fixed on her that she didn't even notice Michael had turned to her.

 

"Anna, are you okay?" She jerked violently but still looked at him intending to say something along the lines of don't worry about her, but the pain in her leg, which was getting worse, prevented her from doing so. Instead of any words, all that came out of her was a hiss of pain. "Anna, what's wrong?" She heard a few hurried footsteps, but she couldn't manage any response to them. The pain completely consumed her at that moment. She held onto the counter as tightly as she could.

 

You mustn't let go! She ordered the air as her hands began to sweat and an icy sweat broke out on her forehead. Come on, Anna! You can do it!" she urged herself on, but for some reason her grip on her hands loosened more and more.

 

All right, I'm going to get wet and embarrassed again. With that, Anna slowly but surely resigned herself to the fact that in a little while she would be kissing the black parquet floor, or rather slumping on it like a sack of potatoes.

 

"Anna, you need to take your pill! Can you handle it?" suddenly Melissa's voice registered. But wait, when did she get here? Anna only now began to realize that someone was holding her around the shoulders and that someone was none other than Michael.

 

"You can let go, my little one. I got you!" came a deep but gentle voice in her ear. Her hands took control of themselves at that moment and let go without her instruction. Anna was so out of it with the pain that she didn't know when she closed her eyes, which she only now opened.

 

"Mel!" She got out through the pain, drawing a ragged breath as she did so.

"I'm here, you need to take the pill and it will pass, don't worry!"

 

Anna looked at her friend, who had a hidden sadness in her chocolate eyes that Anna wished she could erase at that moment, so she gave a small nod and reached for the medicine that would take away the pain for a while.

 

"I should eat something before that," she spoke softly as she took the round powder from Melissa's palm.

 

"Okay," Mel replied, and immediately afterwards gave a few orders to someone.