Unfortunately, you had to schedule yourself an appointment at your doctors for blood work. You absolutely despised needles but knew the process would only benefit you

When you told Tatta, your boyfriend, about the appointment, you had asked him to come with you. Being the good boyfriend that he is knew about your phobia and agreed

So here you were; sitting in an arm chair with a red band tied up on your arm. Tatta was sitting on the opposite side of the doctor, holding your free hand in his own

When you eventually felt the prick of the needle in your left arm, you tried not to look. But your mind and vision were only getting blurrier the more you thought about it