#itsjowilson

It was lunchtime for Tas while he was at the hospital. He’d just been given a nurse scrub top to wear in place of the itchy sweater he’d had on before or the inappropriate shirt another hospital goer hadn’t been a big fan of. So he looked almost like he was supposed to be working there despite his cane and piercings. The tall blonde went through the line, getting a nice bowl of tomato soup with a grilled cheese and some veggies on the side, along with two slices of cake one carrot and one chocolate.  He was walking towards a table when his cane landed in a puddle of...something. There wasn’t time to really check it out before he’d slipped and his tray tilted the opposite direction his body did. He luckily managed to catch himself on a table after dropping his cane. It clattered to the ground and Tas watched helplessly as his soup bowl completely slid off the tray and upturned directly onto another person’s head. There was a thought in his mind that at least the soup wasn’t super hot, no burn wounds, but it was bright red and that was going to stain. Tas leaned hard against the table, watching in shock, and very quickly said, “Jesus Christ I am so sorry-”