"I might as well just die, right now." I cursed under my breath as I closed the fridge and got on my knees, looking under the couch. For the past two hours, I have been looking for my asthma pump with no luck. I sat down on my couch, unshed tears burning my eyes. I have been using my asthma pump since I was a teenager, and without it, I can't function. I exhaled, avoiding an asthma attack, without my pump next to me. The day at the bank had been exhausting, like any other, and every second had been a test of patience and nerve. I’d spent hours sorting cash, double-checking deposits, explaining over and over why a withdrawal couldn’t go through the same day, and listening to clients grumble about fees that weren’t my fault. My manager had barked at me twice for minor mistakes I didn’t make, and by lunch, I could already feel the weight of exhaustion pressing on my shoulders. My paycheck barely covered rent, utilities, and the asthma pump refill I now needed desperately. I swore under
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