I was talking to Angel before the 'accident' happened.
"I'm going to get married this weekend," I had said while finishing the food. "I'm really excited." I was the Sous-Chef, basically garunteed to be head chef by next spring.
No I'm not...
"That's good Raph," she had said, taking the plate. "Maybe they'll cool off some of your hot headedness."
"Real funny Angel."
The deep fryer never should have been so close...
I remember starting to clean the grease off the floor before stopping because the pot I had placed on the stove was about to boil over.
I should have kept cleaning...
I had quickly wrapped my hands, grabbing the metal handles on the pot while Angel gave the plate of food to the customer.
It was the last dish I ever got to make...
I easily lifted the pot, but as I started to walk with it, I slipped on the grease that was still on the floor. The still bubbling water sprayed all over my face, chest, hands... everything. It scalded, burning and making me want to rip my skin off to get rid of the pain. The moment I hit the ground I started to scream, and someone called for help.
"THERE'S BEEN AN ACCIDENT!"
This was no accident...
"SOMEBODY GET HELP!"
It could have been prevented...