Larissa's POV Claire started crying before we’d even pulled into the hospital parking lot.She’d been fine at breakfast, nibbling pieces of pancake and humming to herself. But the moment Brayden had said the word hospital and Stephanie had made a poorly timed joke about shots, she’d stiffened. By the time we tried loading into the car, she'd already started wailing, determined to fight us every step of the way.“No shot!” She cried, hiccuping between sobs.“You’re not getting a shot.” Stephanie promised, over and over, rocking her gently in the backseat. “It’s just a quick check. No shots.”Claire didn’t believe her. To Claire, hospitals meant needles, and needles meant betrayal. She screamed the whole drive, the sound vibrating through the car that I was surprised our eardrums didn't burst.By the time we arrived at the hospital, she was still wailing and flailing around in Stephanie’s arms in an effort to escape.Inside, the hospital smelled like antiseptic and faint lemon cleaner.
Last Updated : 2025-10-27
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