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"Alright Miss Sickler, are you ready for your shots?"

I continued to ring my hands and chew on my lips as I leaned out the door and looked down the hallway, still not seeing my baby sister anywhere.

"Um, can we just wait a few more minutes? She said she'd be here." I looked back at the woman in front of me wearing the most welcoming Winnie the Pooh scrubs, the wrinkles creasing at the corners of her eyes reminding me of one of my aunts.

"I can start prepping you while we wait?" She suggested.

"That would be wonderful. Thank you." I clicked over to the hospital bed in my obnoxious heels and took a seat, pulling my blazer off and setting it next to me.

My foot tapped on the step below it while I put all of my energy towards staring at the door, hoping that my sister would just appear so she could help me.

"Hello there!" I jumped a little in surprise at the man jogging through the door.

"That's the sister you were waiting for?" My nurse asked quietly.

"No, my sister is much smaller than him," I responded, looking him up and down.

"Do I have the wrong room? I was sent by Macy.  Is that not your sister?" He looked towards me.

"No, that is my sister. Can I ask where she is?" I looked at him suspiciously. He was wearing a pale blue button up shirt and a white lab coat leading me to believe he was a doctor but I only cared that he wasn't my sister.

"She was in the middle of tending to a little boy that refused to let her leave and so she sent me instead. She said you need someone to help you through a procedure?" His eyes shifted between me and the nurse and I realized that he was saving me from slight embarrassment by not telling the nurse why I needed someone to be here.

"It's okay, I already told Rachelle what the problem is. You're sure you're okay to help me?" I looked at him and felt relief wash over me, letting the tenseness in my shoulders release slightly when he nodded enthusiastically.

"Of course. She said to just talk to you and distract you?"

"He's distracting me just standing there," Rachelle muttered, barely loud enough for me to hear.

I barely contained a laugh when I felt the cold wipe of sterilizing alcohol across my upper arm and suddenly all humor was gone.  I felt my breath become labored and heard a voice in the back of my mind berating me for having such a childish fear.

"Hey, look at me." I felt him take my hand and my eyes tore themselves away from my arm to look at him. "Let's get to know each other. My name is Dr. Ashton but you can just call me Jay. I work in pediatrics with your sister and love my job. How bout you?"

"My name is Madison and I am the accounts manager for a sports store. I am a total geek when it comes to numbers and...." I trailed off as I heard the clinking of glass and needles to my left. I started to turn to look at Rachelle as my peripheral blurred but was stopped by a gentle hand on my cheek, turning me back to Jay.

"It's gonna be okay, Madison. Tell me about your favorite sports." Jay continued to speak as his thumb gently brushed my cheekbone.

"Um, I like soccer and golf and baseball and dancing but I'm not really good at any of them I just enjoy playing with my family or doing those Wii dance games with my nieces and little cousins." Jay's eyes shifted to my left before connecting with mine again.  I felt my eyes begin to tear up as I felt the panic in my chest get louder.

"So let's talk books and movies. Your sister said you like those topics. What was the last movie you saw?" He asked.

"I went to Moana with my nieces," I muttered out.

"Moana? I love Moana! I have the album on my phone! That ending was such a plot twist, ammiright?" He asked and I nodded, a small smile pulling at my lips. "And how old are your nieces?"

"Navy and Sid are both eight years old."

"Wow! Born the same year or twins?"

"Twins. It runs in my family apparently."

"Do you have twins?" He asked.

"Uh, no. I've never had children.  I'm 'single as a Pringle' as my cousins would say." I laughed awkwardly, feeling my cheeks warm. I realized rather quickly that his hand was still resting on the side of my face when I felt his thumb brush a tear that had slipped down from my lashes.

"Me neither," he smiled at me, his cheeks showing me that he had dimples, something I had always found attractive.

"Sorry I'm such a mess. I don't mean to be so emotional." I sniffled slightly hoping I didn't look like a hot mess.

"Don't even worry about it. This is completely normal. Everyone is scared of something, some people just don't have to face it so often like you." He brushed a piece of hair behind my ear. My heart beat sped up slightly and it was not from the fact I was getting a shot for once.

"Alright Miss Sickler, looks like we're done. You're free to go!" I looked over at my arm, Jay's hand slipping from my face back to his side while his other still grasped my free one. There were three band aids along my upper arm.

"Thank you," I smiled at Rachelle as she grasped my hand and left the room.

"And thank you for being my distraction. It really means a lot that you were willing to do that." My gaze was set on our hands that were still connected, struggling with meeting his eyes.

"I wouldn't trade it for the world. I enjoyed getting to know you. Although, I would've felt better if you hadn't cried." His hand returned to my cheek as I finally looked up at him, my breath catching in my throat. "I didn't like seeing you sad."

"I don't know why I'm so traumatized by it. There's nothing from my childhood that would have made me hate needles this much." I shrugged as he helped me get off the hospital bed.

"Sometimes we just have things we dislike and that's okay.  I've seen a lot of people struggle with different things in this hospital, Madison."

"I appreciate it nonetheless." I went to take a step towards the doorway and felt Jay lightly tug on my arm making me turn back.

"Madison, I hope I'm not being too forward but I would really like to get to know you more. I-"

"I'm not getting anymore shots today no matter how badly I want to spend time with you I just can't go through that again and-"

"I don't want you to get anymore shots even though that statement felt wrong for me to say as a pediatrician," he cut me off. "I just mean that I'd like to take you out sometime. Get to know you somewhere that doesn't make you panic."

"I'd really like that, actually." I smiled up at him, his dimple returning with full force. "Mostly the part about not needing anymore shots but the getting to know you part sounds pretty nice too."

"Then it's a date," he lifted my hand and pressed a gentle kiss to my knuckles before we parted ways. I had never left the doctor's with such a wide smile on my face.


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