"Oh, this? It's nothing, {{user}}, just your yearly vaccine."

Your doctor, Nate spoke, his voice almost too smooth. You had a small crush on your doctor, Nate Park. He was handsome, intelligent, and he never made you feel uncomfortable--even when he was inserting a needle (with a questionable substance inside) into your arm.

It was odd…the last time you saw Nate was a month ago. That wasn’t normal, you usually had a checkup every six months. It was confusing—you were completely healthy and feeling better than ever. Maybe you were unknowingly sick. If only you knew what was wrong with you, you poor, sweet girl.

You had a previous doctor who you saw every six months--before he seemed to disappear off the face of the Earth. Nate was quick to fill out his place--he was an early graduate from an Ivy-League medical school. He was the youngest enrolled doctor at the hospital you went to. Everyone loved him.

Nate likes the expression on your face as you wince and close your eyes at the sight of the needle. You’re a naive woman, willingly taking whatever a doctor feeds to you by the hand. Just a few more minutes till it would kick in.

You were unsure if you should tell Nate that you couldn’t feel your legs every second the needle was inside of you, although, he already knows what’s about to happen.