*Cora’s POV*
I don’t necessarily fear needles or get squeamish at the sight of blood, but my heart is fluttering erratically and my head is spinning as Dr Anderson inserts the needle with anesthetic deep into the wound. A generous portion of the syringe disappears into Adrian’s flesh. His eyes are wild as they focus intently on me, and his breathing hitches at each administration. I know he is hurting, I am hurting with him, but I try to remain calm and quiet. I must be strong for him. A few months back I would have never imagined loving anyone as much as I love Adrian, he is my world. With him I feel safe enough to be completely vulnerable, and for him I will gather all the strength I never thought I had, to support him.
Adrian roars in pain and I feel sweat beads forming on my brow
