My First Injection(Hospital Diaries #2)

Today, it is a bright sunny morning with beautiful flowers blooming in our garden, but unlike the weather outside, my mind is undergoing turbulence of emotions. 

Why??

Oh, don't ask why. It's my first injection today. Few months since I have turned five, mum and dad are up to planning the day of my first injection. 

What!! Is that even a day to be planned!! Seriously!!

I don't know what's wrong with them. Is an injection so necessary? Really?

My friends in school have already had their share of experience in this injection thing, and it's painful, too painful. That's what everyone had to say, of course except a few brave ones. And as luck would have it, dad always comes across these so-called brave friends of mine whose bravery is the result of today's injection propaganda.

Dad says, some wise man once said, "Wise learn from other's experience, but fools learn from his own experience." 

Now, when I am trying to be wise, dad and mum are hell-bent on making a fool of me. And that's not fair!!! Today even the most beautiful pair of eyes of mum seems torturous. Oh God!!! When will this day come to an end??

I have been trying my best to escape this moment of trial throughout my vacations, cooking up new stories every Sunday. But today, I am at this precipice from where there is no escape.

So now, as it seems to me, we are trading down the path to hell in our car, whose luxury looks futile to my turbulent state of mind. And finally, with the screeching of the brakes, we have reached our destination.

Entering the air-conditioned hospital, dad goes to the reception to talk to the lady at the desk. She's good-looking and pretty, but not like mum. I look up to mum, who is smiling at me. I try to force a smile to reassure her that I am fine, but I can't. I look down at my feet. 

Dad comes back, and we walk up the first floor to the first cabin on our right.

Doc stands in there in his spotless white coat with a smiling face, but his smile seems like the villain's smile of my favorite cartoon. I try to hide behind mum, but the cruelly smiling doc pulls me out. I feel like an unguarded soul standing in front of the Demon himself.

Despite the cool, I am sweating when doc brings out the injection from his drawer.

I am terrified!!!

But, the doc goes on, he takes my fragile hand in his and ties a tight knot on my forearm. Following that, he strikes the needle three times, tick, tick, tick, like three, two, one, and here it is, my nightmare!! Mum and dad seem nowhere in this hell with me, just the doc and me.

The needle approaches my soft skin I try to pull my hand away, but the devilish doc is holding it firm. I fail to move even an inch in his tight grip. 

I close my eyes, feeling the needle penetrating deeper, uninvited, inside me. A slow little burn, forcing me to let out a shrill cry!!