Discription: After a particularly painful vaccination, Dante can't get to sleep.

Dante had been expecting this. For days, he kept having those repetitive dreams. In the dreams, he might get a splinter, or get bitten by a snake, or a vampire, or stung by a bee, or some other form of small stabbing. The point is, he saw this day coming from a mile away.



The pups stood in a neat, single file line. In front of him was DJ, assuring him that he'd do fine. Dante gulped. He could only hope his brother was right. The line inched forward painfully slow. Minutes felt like hours, and he was too panicked to even speak. Before he knew it, he blinked, and he was at the front of the line. Dylan ushered him into the bathroom, where his mother was waiting for him.

Dante stepped forward, tail between his legs.

"Alright. Easy now, sweetheart." Delilah cooed, prepping the syringe in her grasp and outstretching Dante's hind leg.



He failed to stifle a whimper.



"Here, why don't you try this? If you look away and close your eyes, you won't feel a thing." she said.
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