" Lina, it's getting late..."
" It's fine! I was thinking of staying... a little later... if that's alright."
Eyes cast aside.
" Are you alright with medical stuff?"
" Ah? What do you mean?"
He opened the drawer next to his bed.
" I've got a shot I need to take, like, in my upper thigh. So... If you're not squeamish or anything about it, I was wondering if you would like to help."
" Mm. I'll help you, Prima."
The fabric of the sheets shifting.
" This needle is so big... Will you be alright?"
" It doesn't hurt that much. And I'll have to do it for a couple of months until my body gets used to it..."
" Is that so...?"
" Do you want to hold my hand?"
" You're making so much of it, Lina. Just press down until..."Return......Next