Donald x Kingsley (and other one shots)

Needles

~(I feel like first two paragraphs of this are kinda passive aggressive some I'm just gonna say it: if you can PLEASE get the Covid-19 vaccine. And yeah that's all I really wanted to say. Anyways leave constructive criticism and/or requests and I hope you enjoy!)~

     Donald Na was the last person you'd expect to be afraid of needles. After all he was covered in tattoos and to get tattoos needles needed to be involved. However an incident when he got his last tattoo where the artist had suddenly flinched resulting in the needle going in unnecessarily deep. This caused to grow a fear of needles and to never step foot in a tattoo shop before. Of course Donald was still an intellectual person and knew that when he would have to he still needed to deal with needles. And such cases included getting a vaccine.

     Every year he had to go through the same thing with getting the annual shots. The shots weren't what he feared. It was actually quit the opposite, he was more afraid of what he would catch without the shots. No, he was afraid of the needles. And therefore needed a bit of-what would be the right word?-support with him.

     No one ever questioned why Kingsley was always with Donald. He was just always there that to some it seemed unnatural when Kingsley wasn't with him. Bringing him along to a business meeting? Yeah, that made sense. Last one excused from Donald's office and commonly the only other one in there besides Donald himself? Understandable. Having him tag along while getting a vaccine? Now that may come off as a bit strange.

     Kingsley knowing about Donald's fear had decided to come along with Donald. No, Donald hadn't asked him to but there was more so of a silent agreement between them.

Arriving at the outdoor clinic, they waited a second before getting out of the car. Kingsley looked over at Donald who was very good at hiding his fears. He kept a cool face and looked like he could care less about the world being in chaos.

"You ready?" Kingsley asked.

After a second Donald replied with a simple "yeah" and then slid on his mask. They both got out of the car and went to wait in line. While they were waiting in line a man came over to ask them a series of questions.

     "Hi there! Who's getting vaccinated today, both of you or-"

     "Just me," Donald answered.

     "Oh, ok and is this your first or second dose?"

     "First."

     "Alright and what's your name and what time is your appointment?"

     "Donald Na, at 9:30."

      "Ok, ok, and can I see your ID?"

      As Donald handed the man his ID card, Kingsley took note that once again Donald was doing a very good job at hiding his fear. Then again he hadn't been faced with a needle yet. Yet.

     After the man had looked at Donald's ID, he verified a few things on his clipboard and told them to wait for a few more minutes. Once the man had left Kingsley turned to face Donald again.

"You alright?" Kingsley asked, once again expressing his concern for Donald.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Donald said. Although he may have been fine at the moment, the longer they waited in line and the more the anticipation grew, the more anxious Donald seemed to become. To anyone else, Donald would've seemed fine but Kingsley took notice to how he shifted his feet too often, or how he unconsciously fiddled with the loops on his mask, or pulled out his phone for a few seconds only to put it back in his pocket. At first these would've gone undetected but the short amount of time they had to wait in line they gradually became more noticeable.

     Eventually the man came over and told Donald to go over to tent number 5. As they walked over, Donald felt a brief moment of relief before it was overshadowed by the fact that he would have to confront a needle.

     He sat down in the chair-there was only one chair, designated for the person getting a vaccine so Kingsley had to stand next to him-and was greeted by a nurse with blue hair. She asked him more or less of the same questions. He absentmindedly answered the questions while trying not to worry too much. As long as he didn't see the needle it would be fine. Yeah, it'll be fine.

     Once the nurse had finished asking questions she opened this little box and pulled out- oh, God it was the syringe. And on the end of the syringe was the thin, silver, needle.

Donald turned away immediately. If it was possible, Donald's face became even paler. Although he did a good job of hiding it. The only indication of emotion was his widened eyes and the thin worried line that had become his mouth. Kingsley noticed this dilemma and decided to, very causally, rest his hand on Donald's shoulder. It wasn't much just a small gesture. A tiny gesture that only Donald would understand much like an inside-joke but much more intimate. Like a private display of affection.

Donald, who was temporarily distracted by this sweet gesture, didn't notice the syringe until it was stuck in his arm. His heart rate spiked for a moment but in the same moment it was all over. The shot was done.

Of course they weren't really done because the still had to wait for fifteen minutes in the "observation period".

     "Kingsley," Donald said once he sat down in one of the many chairs that were set up.

     "Yeah?"

     "Thank for coming."

     "Of course." To others this small exchange would've just looked perfectly normal but Kingsley knew that it was far from normal for Donald Na to thank someone.

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