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Keda liked to tell me that my dancing was more akin to the word ‘balter’ than ‘dancing.’

Dancing, according to Keda, required some sort of skill. What I did was anything but skillful.

But I got my dinner made.

I ate it.

And I made plans.

Then I searched Reddit for the best ways to torture someone without going to jail while doing it.

Because, sadly, I still had to keep my job at the hospital.

And they required no felonies to work there.

Follow your ‘fuck yes’ not your fears.

—Quincy to a colleague

QUINCY

4 hours earlier

“Please, please, please?” my brother, Quaid, begged.

I stared at him long and hard, hoping that without words, he’d get the hint.

But he didn’t.

He kept begging like the little bitch he was.

“I’ll help you build that deck,” Quaid offered.

I nearly rolled my eyes but caught myself in time.

I sighed. “You would’ve helped me build that deck anyway.”

“True.” Quaid frowned. “What’ll it take?”

A miracle.

I thought about it for a long moment, wondering what, exactly would be enough for the task he had for me, then grinned. “You take my shift for me next week.”

I’d already been begging all of them to take it. I needed more than just a single day off. In fact, this could work out perfectly…

“But that’s my only day off,” he whined.

But I was already shaking my head. “You know my price.”

He sighed. “Fuckin’ fine.”

Grinning, we shook hands, and I walked out, only to be stopped with the reason for the day off.

“Hey!” the new rookie chirped, looking so goddamn chipper and gung-ho that I wanted to rip the smile off his face.

Didn’t he know today was going to fucking suck?

“It’s so weirdly quiet today,” the rookie said. “Is that normal?”