“Shhh, baby. I know. I know.”

He whispered, holding your face in his hands.

“Shhhh, just let them do the shot. Just let them do the shot, it’ll all be over with. I promise. Then, we can go home and I can cuddle you, we can watch your show. Just let them do it.”

He pressed his forehead to yours. He was ready to hold you down to the table to allow the other doctors to do the various vaccines and bloodwork they needed. He didn’t know how you could so easily take it when he’d bite your neck like it was his lifeline during intimate moments, but absolutely horrified of needles. A mystery.