Star Wars Oneshots

Shots (BD)

A/N: Trans Din again! TW for needles, not graphic. Cyare = beloved, riduur = spouse.

Din's Point of View

Din took a deep, steadying breath and looked over at Boba, who was flipping through some magazines next to his chair. "Relax, cyare," Boba murmured, just loud enough for Din to hear, seeing through his calm façade. "It's going to be fine."

Din knew it would be, deep down. Tons of people got shots all the time. But he couldn't help feeling naked in just his helmet and chestplate. He willed his legs to stop shaking and leaned back, his head touching the wall above the short waiting room chair.

A door opened at the other side of the med center and Din jerked his neck forward as a nurse called, "Djarin?"

Din stood up and looked back at Boba, who had gotten to his feet. Din awkwardly shuffled forward while Boba strode towards the open door. The nurse beamed up at them as they walked down a colorful hallway and said, "Are you Mr. Djarin? I'm Dr. Kellar, your endocrinologist, he/him. How are you today?"

Din shrugged. "Good." For once it actually wasn't a lie.

"Alrighty, here we are!" Dr. Kellar turned into a sunny office overlooking the city, with windows that offered stunning panoramic views. The familiar sheen of one-way glass cast a haze over the scene, and made Din relax just a tiny bit. The door shut with a click behind them, and Dr. Kellar gestured for Din to sit up on the exam bed.

Boba chose a chair off to the side and got out some flimsi and a pen, poised to take notes.

"So, first shot of testosterone today, huh?" the doctor chirped, flitting around the room and taking things out of drawers and cabinets. Din nodded, not trusting his voice.

"You did all the paperwork beforehand, that's good," he smiled, scrolling through notes on a datapad. "Looks like we'll start on a lower dose and see how your body adjusts. Can I confirm your insurance information?"

Boba rattled off some numbers, and Dr. Kellar dutifully cross-checked. "Great!" he exclaimed. "Everything's in order, so I can administer the shot now. It'll go in your right thigh, and you might feel a little sore later. I'll need to see your bare thigh, Mr. Djarin."

The doctor looked up expectantly, and Din felt himself blush under his helmet. Of course. It's not like they were going to stick a needle through his pants.

Dr. Kellar turned to do something with the needle, and Din dragged his flight pants down to his knees and took more deep breaths. Luckily, he'd remembered to loosen his chestplate before coming here.

Walking towards him, Dr. Kellar said, "We're aiming for the top of the thigh. Can you stand up? This will be quick."

Din complied, and Boba walked over, putting one arm around his riduur. Din silently thanked him as he felt a tiny prick in his leg. A few seconds later, Dr. Kellar stood up. "There you go! How was it?"

"I barely felt it," Din spoke, the tiniest bit impressed as he pulled up his pants. Dr. Kellar smiled. 

"That's the goal. Next week, we'll observe you doing it, and the weeks after that, you can do it at home. Sound good?"

Din nodded as Boba replied, "Thank you, Doctor."

Dr. Kellar walked them back to the door they'd entered from. "Have a nice day!"

Once they were out of earshot, Boba asked, "How do you feel?"

"Happy," Din smiled. He was finally becoming himself.