I sat quietly on top of the wrinkled sanitary paper, clenching my mothers hand. She tried to comfort me by rubbing her thumb gently across mine. It was no help. My mind was moving at high speeds remembering all the horror stories my friends had told me. The paper crinkled under my thighs as I shifted from side to side in nervousness. Just minutes later a plump women with dark hair wrapped into a twist walked through the door. Her friendly appearance distracted me for just a moment.
"I'm just going to clean the area" she said as she unwrapped an alcohol wipe.
My blunt bob swag back and forth as I gave her the nod that showed my approval.
"How bad is it going to hurt"
"You will only feel a pinch that lasts about two seconds."
One, two I counted in my head. I can do anything for two seconds.
"Alright I'm ready"
I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth as the cold alcohol wipe brushed against my thigh. I took a deep exhale in an attempt to calm myself down. I was no where near a relaxed state. I felt a small pinch where my thigh had been wiped.
One, two,
It wasn't working.
Three, four,
I began to panic as the pain had lasted longer than two seconds and was growing more intense.
"Abby let go!" my mother screamed
I didn't listen to what she had to say. I was shrieking at the top of my lungs eyes still closed. The pain was moving down my leg.
"stop it" the nurse yelled
I opened my eyes to see my hand on top of the needle.
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