Jun 1, 2021
Fuck. For being a dancer, Mali was clumsy as fuck. She blamed the sweaty bitch on the pole before her. After landing hard on her tailbone, she’d hobbled over to the manager and told him in no uncertain terms she was done for the night. To his credit, he took one look at her face and didn’t argue.
Mali didn’t even bother changing. She threw a jacket on top of her stage clothes (what little there was of them) and called an uber to take her to the medical center. Given the pain she was in, it was a wonder she managed to be polite to the nurse that took her information and clucked her tongue at her appearance. The longer she sat, the more she wanted to be home. Now it was just a matter of being seen by the doctor.
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