CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN - PREPARATIONS

Jayla

When I was a kid, whenever I saw my father giving someone an injection, or whenever I got an injection, I used to cry so much. My parents always laughed it off and said that it was funny that I hated injections and blood despite my own father being a doctor. It made no sense to me really, but it did to them.

I like science. I like the chemical aspect of it. But when it comes to blood and a syringe or any other sharp object, I usually run away.

Never had I ever had a thought as a child that a day would come when I would be standing with that very syringe I had hated as a child in my hand, ready to kill someone to save my own life.

My guess is that life works in quite unpredictable ways. Things we never think will happen to us, and things we never prepared for will happen. And we have to survive them. We have to weather the storm and come out at the end of it. That is how it is.

When we are kids, we are so oblivious to the evil things which happens in the real world. It is as if