The second dose

I sat there waiting for my second dose and there with me was his text, patiently waiting for an answer. Give him a chance- I implored. Remember his arms around you in Tower Bridge, remember his fingers running through your hair in Regents Park. The names kept rolling on the screen, and my heart raced. Don't forget when he disappeared as London opened up- I insisted. You sat alone in Trafalgar Square looking at the fountain as if it was filled with tears, remember? Deep breath. It’s just a jab-I thought. It will hurt, but you will be stronger. It’s just a text. It will hurt, but you will be stronger. Cubicle seven, it was time. This is not what I am looking for. Send.