Prologue
No matter how many times I do it, I hate injections.
When I see the tip of a needle, I start to feel uneasy.
Even now, that I’ve gotten to the point that I inject it with my own hands, it’s still the same.
Nevertheless, I don’t hesitate to stab that needle into my neck.
Because if I have power, I can protect the people important to me, and save them.
And I can stop even greater sorrow.
That’s why these injections are a kind of immunization to me.
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