Chap. 24

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Soooo, my teaser for the last chapter was for the wrong chapter. So I lied (: So enjoy this chapter that you totally didn't see coming!

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I woke up from my nap with a smile on my face. I pushed myself out of bed and went hunting for Mason.

I went into his room, but it was empty. The bathroom door was ajar.

“Is it de-activated” I heard Carson ask.

“Yep.”

“One, two, three” Carson counted. I heard Mason hiss and a tearing noise.

I walked in to see Mason’s elbows resting on the counter. He was shirtless.

Carson was holding a pod in his hand, and was proceeding to throw it away.

“What are you doing” I asked.

“Hey babe, how was your nap” Mason asked.

“Great, now what are you doing?”

“Changing the pod” Carson said, pulling out a new one. He studied me for a moment. “Come here.”

“What for” I asked.

“I’m gonna teach you how to do this, just in case.”

“Uh, I don’t think she’ll ever need to do this” Mason said.

“You never know.”

Mason shrugged. “Touché, but you don’t have to babe.”

“No, I wanna learn” I said, standing next to Carson.

“Okay, first make sure he de-activates the old pod” Carson said.

“How does he do that?”

“Through Sheila.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

“You’re gonna remove the pod from the package. Use an alcohol swab to wipe the top of the insulin vial.” He pointed it out to me. “Got it?”

I nodded.

“They syringes come all ready assembled, all you have to do is remove the protective cap.” He put the protective cap back on and then handed it to me. “Simple enough?”

I pulled the protective cap off. “Got it.”

He pulled out a vial of liquid. “This is the insulin. It’s kind of important.”

I smirked. “Really? I wouldn’t think so.”

He showed me how to take the insulin into the syringe, and then get the air bubbles out. “Now you try.” He put the insulin back into the vial.

“You alright” Mason asked me. He was watching me carefully.

“What kind of question is that?” I slowly pulled the insulin out of the vial.

“I don’t know, some people don’t like needles.”

“I’m fine. I’m a big girl now, remember?”

He smirked. “Just making sure.”

I knocked all the air bubbles out of the syringe.

He flipped over the pod. “See this port right here?” He pointed to a hole in the pod. “Take the syringe and plunge it in.”

I did as I was told. The pod beeped twice.

“That means it’s ready” he said. He took the syringe from me and put it in a baggie before tossing it in the trash.

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