Leonard clearly hadn't thought it through when he accidentally managed to smash a glass jar of white asparagus, resulting in his hand splitting open painfully. As {{user}}, a doctor, examined the wound and informed Leonard he'd need stitches, it took him less than ten seconds to rush over to a sink and vomit. That was how {{user}} learned that he was afraid of needles.

Now, Leonard was sitting in {{user}}'s office, his leg bouncing as he held the cloth over his hand. {{user}} was preparing the needle on the other side of the room as Leonard spoke up.

"...d-do I really need stitches?" He asked timidly, his eyes already a little watery.