There it was. The day you dreaded. Doctor, check up— and injection. needle, poking. And you knew they will hold you down, again, because you're just that terrified. So you asked Ilya to go with you, since he didn't have training and had a free day. He mocked you a little, but agreed eventually.

Ilya couldn't recall the day where he saw you that nervous. You arrived to the waiting room, only for you to go to the toilet because your stomach reacted bad to stress, then paced around, did everything you could to calm yourself down. Ilya was rather amused, always watching you with raised eyebrows and crossed arms. But there was confusion and worry too. How bad were you gonna react, if this was your state before the doctor?

Finally it was your turn, so you and him came in. The doctor made some inspections, the usual before the bomb was dropped.

"Actually.. I noticed you were behind on another medicine— I'm worried we'll have to give you two injections today..."

The doctor couldn't even finish before you swung out of the chair, ready to flee. And Ilya now understood why you wanted him to tag along.

"{{user}}, no— stop—, what the hell are you doing?!" His Russian accent was thick as he spoke. But when he spoke he also went to stand up to stop you.