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trypanophobia

tw: blood, needles, fainting, sick, panic attacks maybe?
dream has a severe fear of needles.

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it was 9am on a tuesday. clay had a doctors appointment for 9:30am the same day to get his blood taken to be tested. now, this would be fine for anyone else, however clay had a horrible fear of needles. a horrible, dreadful, taunting fear of needles. he could throw up at the sight of a needle alone, so to say he was nervous was a huge, huge understatement.

Clays POV:

"are you nearly ready dream? we need to go soon" i heard my boyfriend George call out from down the hall.

"yeah...yeah ill be down in a minute" i shout back. i was panicking, hard. i had never told my boyfriend about my phobia so when he offered to come with me to get my blood taken i couldn't tell if i was thankful for having him there for support or if i was even more nervous than before in case he discovered the pathetic fear i held. i knew it was a stupid fear and i knew he would think i was being a baby.

i grabbed a pair of white ankle socks and sat down on the edge of my bed, slipping them over my feet. becoming aware of the time, i quickly picked out an oversized brown hoodie to wear over my plain white shirt and sprayed one of Georges favourite colognes on my neck and wrists.

"dreammm cmon, we're gonna be late" he repeated as i walked out of my room and down the oak stairs. i put on my black vans, struggling to get my heel over the end of the shoe, partly because of my shaky hands. on the way out of the house i made sure to take a banana with me as i hadn't been able to eat a actual breakfast with the nauseating anxiety in my stomach.

i kept picking at my nails during the short drive to the doctors. at this point, with my hands sweating and shaking, i knew that George knew something was wrong. i saw him glancing at me out of the corner of my eye and i suddenly felt tense under his worried gaze, it wasn't an emotion i was used to feeling around him.

"clay?" his voice sounded through the car, i hummed in acknowledgement.

"did you take your meds this morning?" and it was a question i didn't expect.

"what?" i question confused, but he just repeated the question "yeah..yea i did, why?"

"i mean you were zoning out and doing the knee thing and picking your nails, i just thought you seemed a bit...unfocused? like when you forget to take your meds" he replied, still sounding concerned.

"no, i took them don't worry"

"so..whats up then?" he persisted "and don't try tell me nothings wrong, i know you better then you know yourself baby"

immediately i feel myself wanting to cry and i don't really know why, maybe its because i felt scared of revealing a secret i have kept my entire life, maybe its because i had never had someone care for me like George did. either way i find myself replying with an unsteady voice.

"im scared" i whisper as if it wasn't just me and him in the car .

"what of?" he asks voice calm and gentle matching my volume.

"needles"

"oh" and i could tell that he now understood everything.

"why didn't you tell me baby?"

"i don't know...i thought you would find it stupid or childish or something" i now realised how ridiculous it was keeping it from him for so long, he was my boyfriend and he loved me.

"your not childish, i mean its not like you chose to be scared of needles, everyone's got a fear you know that right?"

"yeah i guess...whats yours then?" i ask, realising that i have no idea what his fear is, its never been a conversation we have been able to get into.