The lady tilted her head down, peered her eyes over her reading glasses. Her hair was curly. Reminded him of grandma. Not his real grandma. He never knew her. Never knew a single person in his family. Casey was not only an
orphan
without parents. But one who had never known anybody biologically linked to him.
"Wow you must be one unlucky son of a bitch." Dick had said.
"Thanks asshole." he had replied
"It's dick. You asshole!" Dick snickered.
Casey asked the lady. "What do you mean my blood is dirty?"
She took off the reading glasses, straightened her head. Two lightbulbs cheaply flickered overhead.
"Apologies. English never was my strong suit. I should've actually said that you're anemic. Not literally. But figuratively. You're deflated. You need to eat something. Do you even eat?"
Casey examined his frail frame.
"Look you weigh enough to give. But you're numbers are running awfully close to unsafe. Plus I can see with my peepers here. You're not in any condition to be giving right now. If you really need the money that bad, then you can go to BSC or LifeLine and they'll gladly take you as a first time donor. But I'm not going to let you donate today."
He said nothing. How was he supposed to eat. If this bitch wouldn't let him give up his
plasma
so that he could go buy a fucking meal.
"My recommendation. Get a real job. Go buy some steak and eggs. Add in some vegetables. And get some sleep. And! stop them cigarettes will ya?"
He went home and cooked ramen. Texted Dick. Maybe he could visit Dick. And maybe Dick would have a full kitchen? But what would Casey do about classes. It wouldn't hurt to skip a week would it? Just until his paycheck arrived this Friday.
He had just enough money to buy
gas
to drive to Dick's. Maybe Dick would like that surprise?