It is about time that we have something from Lucy's perspective! This is based on Lucy's day at home, nursing her cold in "Assassins", the third episode. Enjoy! Please read and review! Thanks, and God bless!
"I am so sick," Lucy sniffled as she blew her nose for what seemed like the six hundredth time that day. She leaned back on the sofa and rubbed her temples. There was so much pressure in her head. She blew her nose again, then sneezed several more times.
"I hope that Sue doesn't catch this nasty bug," Lucy said to herself.
Why am I talking to myself? Am I really that desperate for company? Maybe that's it. I haven't missed work for a single day for - how long is it? - two years or so. I usually don't get so sick. Maybe I should watch tv.
Lucy picked up the tv remote. Sue was so sweet to set everything that I would need close by. My head aches too much to move much. She really is a true friend. She flipped it on and went through several channels. She found a sappy romance on a family-friendly channel. After watching for a few minutes she discovered that it must have a low-budget film. It was very poorly done. In fact, it was so badly done that it was hilarious. Lucy laughed through the most dramatic scenes, scorned the climax, and sneezed so hard during the final scene that she was clueless as to how it actually ended. After that she switched through some more channels. Most channels seemed to be too sappy, too political, or too depressing, yet Lucy put in the rest of the morning channel surfing, eating chicken noodle soup, and sipping chamomile tea. In early afternoon an advertisement on tv came up for cold medicine.
"It wipes away all symptoms within twenty minutes of use," the lady with perfect teeth and lipstick announced. Lucy squinted at the name of the medicine, then looked at the medicine bottle next to her. They were the same.
"It wipes away all symptoms within twenty minutes of use," Lucy mimicked mockingly.
How long ago did I take that medicine? An hour?
Lucy entertained herself for the next, cold-symptom-filled minutes by placing a complaint call with the medicine company. The person on the other end was understanding. After listening to Lucy's five minute tirade about false advertisement, the lady, named Caitlin, was still patient.
"Ma'am, I'll relay your concerns to my boss," she promised.
"Thanks," Lucy said. "And really, you deserve an award for still being so sweet after talking to me. I answer phones a lot at my job, and I just realized that I am being one of those callers that I hate talking to."
Caitlin laughed at that comment. "You sound like you have a really bad cold and I can sympathize with that. I just got over one from last week. I just hope that you get better soon. I'm sorry that our product didn't help you."
"Don't worry about it. Thanks again and have a good day," Lucy said.
"You as well, Miss Dotson. Goodbye," Caitlin said before hanging up.
Right after she set the phone on her coffee table, it rang. She sighed and picked it up. It was D. She smiled internally for a moment.
They do care about how I'm doing.
The smile soon faded as she realized that all they wanted was a password. She gave it to D, and he hung up with barely a word of thanks. Lucy set her phone down on the coffee table once again, disgusted.
That's the thanks I get for putting up with you for every work day that I've had for the last five or so years, is it? Is that all I am to the team - someone who knows the passwords, can file papers correctly, and tell them when someone wants them? Do I mean nothing to them?
Lucy blew her nose once again and began to think seriously over this issue.
Maybe a change is needed. I should see about a transfer. Yes, that's exactly what I'll do.
