AUTORA
MASTER had me sit on the couch the moment we made it back into his room. I guess he wanted to get this done as soon as possible. He took the supplies he got into his bathroom before returning with the only three syringes that already had something in them and a bandage.
"According to your records, you missed the shots you were supposed to get when you were twelve." I stared at the needles as he approached, my stomach turning a bit.
"Oh...." Is all I responded.
He glanced at me from my lack of a response. "You sound nervous." He said as he sat beside me.
I watched as he organized the things on the coffee table.
"I am.”
"Why?"
I toyed nervously with my pinky finger. "I haven't really had the best experiences when it comes to needles," I admitted quietly.
Master picked up t
