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Taylor's shots

TAYLOR'S POV

I stood there, frozen, as Selena calmly explained that there were only two shots left.

"You should be fine, Tay," she said, her voice gentle but matter-of-fact.

I shook my head, the anxiety building in my chest like a storm I couldn't stop.

"I can't do this right now, Sel," I murmured, my heart pounding in my ears as I took a step back, instinctively moving away from the table.

I could already feel my palms sweating, my breath quickening. I had never been great with needles, but today it felt different too much, too soon. Selena didn't push me. Instead, she looked at me with that soft, patient expression she always wore when I was being difficult.

"You promised Austin you'd get them today. You said you'd get them when you came back. Well, you're back now, and I'm sure you'd rather get them over with now while there are only two, before any more shots are added."

Her words hit me like a cold wave, and the pressure to do what I'd agreed to only made me feel worse. I didn't want to disappoint anyone, especially Austin. But I just couldn't face it.

"No, I'm sorry," I said, backing into the corner of the room.

My chest tightened, my body stiffened as though the very thought of the needle was enough to paralyze me. Selena didn't argue. Instead, she pulled out her phone, tapping out a quick text message. The seconds dragged by like hours, the anticipation almost unbearable. I could feel the weight of my own anxiety pressing down on me, the fear thick in my throat, making it hard to breathe.It wasn't long before Austin walked into the room, looking confused for a moment when he saw me standing in the corner, my arms wrapped around myself like I was trying to hold everything together.

"How's it going in here?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

"She's too scared and is saying she can't get these shots today," Selena explained with a sigh, not sounding frustrated, just resigned.

Austin's face softened when he saw how nervous I was.

"Taylor, you're going to be fine," he said, stepping closer. "Selena is the best, most gentle nurse we've got here. You'll barely even feel it."

I shook my head, the fear overwhelming me.

"Austin, you don't get it," I whimpered, my voice trembling.

I wanted to explain that it wasn't just the shots. It was everything the feeling of being cornered, the pressure to do something I was terrified of, the helplessness of not being able to stop my own body from shaking.

"Of course, I do, Tay," Austin said, his voice low and reassuring. "I don't like shots either, but if I had to get any, I'd definitely want Selena to do them. I know I can trust her."

"I can't do it," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I can't... It's too much." The thought of the needle going into my skin again made my stomach turn.

I knew it would be over quickly, but that didn't make it any easier to face. Selena stepped forward, her presence calming but firm.

"It's only two shots, Tay," she said softly. "It'll be really quick, and I promise you'll be done before you know it."

I stared at the table, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. My heart hammered in my chest, the weight of my fear pressing down on me like an anchor.

"I can't... it's too much," I whimpered, the tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

Austin sat down beside me, offering me a small, sympathetic smile.

"Hey, it's going to be okay," he said gently. "I'll stay with you the whole time, I promise. You're going to be fine."

I looked up at him, my eyes wide with a mix of fear and gratitude.

"Fine," I whispered, feeling small and vulnerable.

I wasn't ready for this, but I knew there was no way out. Selena gave me a reassuring nod and gently helped me sit on the table.

"You can hold my hand if you want," Austin said softly, his voice full of tenderness.

I nodded, reaching out to take his hand, and he gave me a sympathetic smile that made my heart ache. As soon as Selena cleaned my arm with the alcohol wipe, I flinched at the coldness of it. I hated the feeling of the wipe on my skin, knowing what was coming next.

"Alright, Tay," Selena said in her calm voice, "this is just the alcohol wipe. No needle yet, it's just very cold."

I nodded, but my body tensed, anticipating the pain that was sure to follow. Selena's hands were steady, but my entire body was trembling. I squeezed Austin's hand tighter, trying to steady myself. He didn't say anything, just kept holding my hand and looking at me with that reassuring smile, like he believed I could get through this.

"Okay," Selena said, giving me a brief moment to brace myself. "You're going to feel a quick pinch in three... two... one."

Before I could even fully process the countdown, I felt the needle pierce my skin. I gasped, the shock of it making my body jerk back instinctively, but Austin's hand was there to keep me steady.

"Hey, you're okay," he whispered, his voice gentle but firm. "She's almost done, you just need to stay still a little longer. You're doing great, sis."

His words were a lifeline. The tightness in my chest began to loosen, just a little, as Selena removed the needle and prepared the second one. I could already feel the dread building again, but Austin's steady presence kept me grounded.

"You're doing so well, Tay," Selena said softly as she administered the second shot.

The pinch was sharper this time, and I winced, unable to suppress the quiet cry that escaped my lips.

"This is the last one, Tay," she reassured me as she quickly removed the needle and placed a bandage over my arm. "You did great. It's all done."

I let out a shaky breath, the tension draining from my body as I jumped off the table, my legs feeling like jelly. I had made it. I couldn't believe it, but I had made it through.

"Thanks, Sel," I muttered, my voice still shaky but full of relief.

Austin stood up and pulled me into a gentle hug, giving me a soft pat on the back.

"You did awesome, Tay," he said, his voice full of pride.

I couldn't help the small, relieved smile that tugged at my lips. I had done it. I had gotten through the shots, even though it had felt like the hardest thing in the world. As I glanced toward the door, I saw Amelia waiting outside, looking exhausted but relieved. I knew that feeling all too well. We were both done for the day, and we had made it through together. It felt like a small victory, but it was one I wouldn't forget.