A shot?!

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Kimberly's POV

"Hey hey, it's alright, hun. Shots don't hurt and it'll be quick," Taylor says encouragingly. Taylor grabs her phone out of her pocket and dials Gigi on speaker.

"Hey Taylor," Gigi says on speaker.

"Hi, Gigi. Quick thing, do you think you can come over to Karlie and Kimberly's house?" Taylor asks curiously?

"Yeah, I can. What for?" Gigi asks curiously?

"Kimberly... she has a fever. I was wondering if you could give her a shot or something," Taylor says.

"Of course, I will come over now," Gigi says softly.

"Thanks, Gi," Taylor says softly, before hanging up.

"Taylor," I whine nervously.

"Hey, Kim, it's okay to be scared. But I promise Gigi is gonna be super gentle with you. We just want you back to normal health," Taylor says encouragingly.

"Okay," I say nervously. We wait a few minutes before we hear a knock on the door and Taylor goes over and lets Gigi in.

"Hey Kim, how are you, sweetheart?" Gigi asks softly?

"Feeling under the weather," I say softly.

"Yeah, I get that. So why don't we lay you down and give you a quick shot," Gigi says softly.

"Okay," I say nervously. Taylor helps me lay back on the couch but stops halfway. Taylor slides a cushion underneath my head and lays me down fully now. Gigi puts the needle down on a cushion next to me. Gigi pulls my left sleeve up and wipes my arm with an alcoholic wipe.

Gigi uncaps the needle and slowly inserts it into my left arm. Taylor holds onto my hands and rubs them softly, comforting me.

"Nearly done, Kim," Gigi says encouragingly. After a few moments, Gigi stops and takes the needle out of my arm, putting a bandaid over it.

"Good job honey, you did great," Gigi says encouragingly.

"Thanks, Gigi," I say with a small smile.

"No problem," Gigi says softly.

"Thanks, Gigi," Taylor says softly. Taylor and Gigi say goodbye to each other before Gigi leaves our house. Taylor sits back down next to me and wraps her arm around me.

"So, how you feeling now?" Taylor asks softly, pulling down her mask?

"A little better," I say softly.

"That's good to hear," Taylor says encouragingly. I rest my head on Taylor's lap and fall asleep.

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