"Esme's POV
I slowly look up and look over at him. "Pardon?"
"Can I, ummm..." He pointed at my hand. "Can I give you your shot please?"
This is the first time since ninth grade when the school nurse asked if she could give me my shot to bring my blood sugar up. My vision was too blurry and my hands shook so bad I could hardly hold the thick needle still. Back then the glucagon kits were a bit rougher and hurt if you were a little more lucid to remember feeling it.
"You seem unsure?" I tell him as I looked at his furrowed brow. I stood back up as my legs began to burn the longer I squatted down there.
"Well if something happens when we go out for that date, I want to be prepared." He nodded his head towards the needle in my hand as I turned around to face him. I smiled at how thoughtfu
