Frigid air brushed past my face. Winter had never been this cold, and the iciness managed to seep its way through my 5 layers of clothes. This year, that horrid thing was in the back rooms of the library, and I hated myself at that moment for walking through those doors.
Every year, without fail, I had gone to the dreaded place, let my soft flesh out into the open, and let those cruel monsters in blue medical masks stick their blades of pain into my arm. Tears. Every time. Mostly I couldn’t help it, just the sight of fellow victims walking out from behind their respective curtains, shaking and pale faced and clutching their pierced appendages. It was never worth it. A measly cold that could sometimes be horrible or fatal wasn’t worth the trauma. And yet here I was.
“Jordan! Good to see you again!” Called out one of those heartless creatures with faces made of stone.
I shuddered. “Jab.. how good to see you.. Also.” Was the awkward reply that crawled its way from the pits of hell and out of my mouth.
“Well, it’s your turn, so right this way.” I turned, and got one last look out the window, trying to mirror the calmness I saw.
“Lucky me..” Was all that could be heard as I trudged down the corridor to get this year's flu shot.
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