Too Responsible

Breathe.
Focus.
"Hi, can I help you today?" I asked, managing to keep myself from sounding sick. Managing to smile. Hoping that my face didn't convey how feverish I felt. Only four more hours to go. Four more hours before I could head home and call it a day.
I blinked, to try and focus.
The customer needed help. I needed to help them.
Focus.
Breathe.
Walk like normal. Pretend the floor isn't tipping weird. I know the store by heart now, I can get there without having to watch my feet.
Survive.
I couldn't leave.
Not when everyone here depended on me because there was literally no one to cover for me if I too fell sick.
I was sick.
But no one needed to know that.
My hand caught onto the shelf, steadying me from almost falling.
Breathe.
Focus.
I could do this. I could...I closed my eyes my legs crumpling beneath me.

-Inspiration from working sick. -Small Cold nothing major.