Wrong Injection

CHAPTER 2

The sweet melodies of the morning birds filled my ears as the sun peeked through my window, forcing me to open my eyes with a yawn. "It's morning again," I mumbled, my voice laced with sleepiness. I hated that another day had dawned, bringing with it the inevitable nagging from Mom and the pressures of school.

Just as I was about to sit up, Mom's voice pierced the air from the kitchen. "Milani, come to the kitchen now!" I chuckled, accustomed to her morning summons.

"Can you wake me up nicely for once?" I asked, getting out of bed with my eyes still closed, wishing Mom could be more gentle and polite like other moms.

I stumbled into the kitchen, my hair disheveled, my eyes half-closed, and my stomach growling with hunger. The sight of the fluffy pancakes Mom had made revived me. "Yummy," I exclaimed, my eyes widening with anticipation. But before I could dig in, a smack landed on my head, jolting me awake.

"Ouch, Mom!" I exclaimed, rubbing my sore head as I made my way to the dining table. It seemed like she never missed an opportunity to give me a gentle whack. Despite her playful aggression, I knew she was the best mom in the world.

"Hurry up, or you'll be late for school," she reminded me, serving me a plate of sausages and pancakes.

I poured myself a glass of fresh juice, and once Mom sat down, I said, "Now, let's break our fast." She smiled and shook her head, it was a familiar ritual we shared every morning.

As we ate, Mom suddenly asked, "Do I need to beg you to tell me what the doctor said about your yeast infection when you visited him yesterday?" I let out a sigh and rolled my eyes, feeling a bit exasperated.

"Why are you like this?" I asked, and Mom looked up at me with a curious expression.

"Like what?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Like this Mom, making a big deal out of everything," I said, exasperated. "If you wanted to know what the doctor said, you could have just asked me." I said and she put down her cutlery, a small frown creasing her face. I shook my head, chuckling. "There you go again, what's with the frown?"

"Will you tell me now, or do I really need to beg you?" she asked, her voice deadpan. But I rolled my eyes and began laughing.

"Who are you?" I teased, shaking my head. Mom was so dramatic. "Okay, fine," I relented. "You don't need to beg me okay? It wasn't my intention to keep it from you, I swear. You were fast asleep when I got home last night, that's why I couldn't tell you. And you know that, don't you?"

Mom's response was quick. "So, you could tell me when you got here just minutes ago, right?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Mom, I was going to tell you, okay? You're being dramatic again," I teased, chuckling. "Well the doctor said it's getting serious , so I need to come back tomorrow for an injection."

"Oh, I never imagined it was this serious."

"Me neither," I replied, shaking my head. "Guess where the doctor is going to give me the injection?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and Mom's curiosity was piqued.

"Where?" she asked.

"Inside my vagina. I know, it sounds weird. And to make matters worse, I'm ovulating and already experiencing more pain down there. The thought of getting a needle in there is just..." I trailed off, shaking my head.