Shanailla

I took the shot first. I felt the pinch as it broke through the skin of my upper arm; I could feel the liquid burning as it entered my bloodstream; the heat spreading out. I swallowed hard and my throat closed a bit in anticipation, my forehead became warm and I could feel a light sweat break across my upper lip. I looked over to my right to see my wife wince as she took her shot. She looked at me; we locked eyes and she smiled nervously. I could see the fear in her eyes, the anxiety that she was trying so hard to suppress, but never could. “Well” the man said as he headed for the door “it has begun.” He stopped at th