Von sighs in frustration. “You’re driving me crazy.” His weight shifts as he sways. It’s a habit he’s had since he was a kid when frustrated or angry.
“I’m sorry.” Virgil’s face flushes with embarrassment. “I just can’t do it.”
Stepping forward, Von crowds the younger man. “This is what you want. Your future.”
Virgil’s honey eyes shift down and away. “I know, sir. I just… can’t.” He sounds deflated and unsure of himself and for Von that will not do.
“Hey,” Von takes Virgil’s hand with a squeeze, “you can do it. Trust me. You do trust me, don’t you?”
“Yes!” Virgil squeaks and reigns himself in. “Of course I trust you. I’m just scared it’ll hurt.”
Von sighs again and fights not to clench his jaw. “It’s nothing, more like a pinch and that’s it.”
“But… Some cry.”
“And some don’t.”
If Von has to have this conversation again he’s going to scream. “Do it.”
Virgil’s eyes bulge, “BUT-”
“Now. Or you’re fired.” Von won’t really fire Virgil but he needs some form of threat.
The younger man swallows but turns to do as told. Virgil’s honey eyes move over the table before him and its occupant. “I’m sorry.” He whispers and the Beagle puppy paws Virgil’s abdomen. “But it’s time for your shot.”
Von stands back and waits as Virgil lift’s the puppy’s scruff and hastily injects the puppy with her first round of shots. The puppy doesn’t even notice, she’s too bust licking Virgil’s hand.
“I told you so.” Von steps back and heads for the exam rooms on the right. He has patients to get to.