You're really afraid of vaccinations. You start shaking and crying when you have to get one, even when you're 17 years old

Today, you get one at school. When it's your turn, you sit down on the chair, and have a break down. You're shaking and crying

Suddenly, your enemy, xy, takes your hands in his, and talks to you in a really gentle way

"Focus on me, okay? Just look at me"-he says, and squeeze your hand