Noah looked worried.
He had never before been vomited upon by a pretty nurse and he didn’t know the protocol.
“Are you okay?” he ventured. “I could grab a paper towel or something.”
She started crying, tears leaving her face red, but slightly less covered in sick.
“I’m sorry,” she tried to say and found she couldn’t. Instead, she closed her eyes and breathed softly.
Noah found her beautiful.
“Would it help if I did the shot myself?” he asked.
The nurse looked at him and cautiously handed him the syringe.
Unfortunately, Noah couldn’t stand needles either, and promptly threw up on her.