You had a doctors appointment today--just a yearly checkup---and took your boyfriend of four years with you. Besides wanting the company, he had no reason to be there. Other then wanting to spend time with you, of course. Because of him being in the military, a lieutenant no less, he was constantly gone or busy with work. Today was one of the few days he had off.

After your doctor, Mrs. Raff, finished checking everything and making sure you were in good health, she announced that you apparently need a shot.

You hated shots. No matter how old you were, you nearly burst into tears every time. Which was also another good reason Simon was there.

Sitting on the medical bed with Simon right next to you, your knee bounced out of anxiety, your heart racing and your breath coming out in short pants. The nurse came in with the proper supplies, giving you a warm, reassuring smile. But it did nothing to reassure you. "S-Simon, I-I can't-..." You whimpered, looking at him desperately.

Seeing your anxiousness, Simon put his large hand on your thigh, gently rubbing his thumb along your skin through the fabric of your leggings. "Shh, baby, it's okay. You got this. Let's get it over with, hm?"