Fran and her new stepfather II

"Welcome, son, I’m really glad your mother decided you could come, she’s very worried about you," that was the first thing his stepfather said after they both had a big hug and a few kisses.

"Don’t worry, I’m going to make sure you get completely better, and I’m even going to give you something that will help you concentrate better on your studies, some vitamins that will do you good, you'll see."

He then told him to go to the room, get comfortable, and wait there, that he would soon go to give him a little medical check-up. Fran explained that his doctor had already seen him and prescribed the usual pills and syrups, but to that, the stepfather replied that from now on his doctor would be him and that he wanted to do his own examination and would prescribe whatever he saw fit, as it was very clear that what the other doctor had prescribed wasn't working at all. So he told him to start undressing and to give him his phone so he wouldn’t get distracted, promising to keep it for him.

Fran didn’t like the idea of undressing or giving up his phone at all, but he thought that he had to obey in some way, so he handed over the phone, which was out of battery anyway, asking him to charge it, and he stayed waiting, with no intention of undressing. He took off his slippers to be more comfortable and nothing more. After all, he didn’t see why he needed to undress just to have his throat checked…

After a while, the stepfather returned with some medical instruments, including a thermometer, a stethoscope, and something else that Fran couldn’t distinguish well.

"Are you still feeling this way?" the stepfather said. "Come here, at this rate…" and he started by taking off Fran’s shirt while saying he needed to examine him, which Fran found reasonable. He examined him and said that he needed to be careful with his lungs, as it seemed he had the beginnings of an infection, and right after that, he told him to open his mouth, pressed his tongue with something, and became very serious, telling him that he had swelling and a severe infection in his throat, that he was surely running quite a fever and that it needed to be fixed immediately.

He told him to lie down, palpated his abdomen, and asked how he was feeling in that regard. Fran told the truth, that he was okay but it hurt. The stepfather responded that with so many pills, he wasn’t surprised, and that his oral medication was going to end very soon.

Fran didn’t understand well…what did he think he was going to give him then?

By the way, his stepfather said, your mother also asked me to give you the three vaccines you have pending that they couldn’t give you because you were sick. I’ll give you the first one shortly, the other two as soon as your fever goes down because they can’t be given like that.

Fran didn’t like vaccines; his arm always hurt for a couple of days afterward, and he told his stepfather this, who replied by saying that his arm wouldn’t hurt because he was going to give them in the butt, which he believed was always where injections should be placed.

"In the butt?" Fran said, feeling very embarrassed about being seen naked, "but why in the butt? Besides, my classmates told me that injections in the butt hurt a lot when they got them…"

The stepfather put on a more serious but still kind face and told him that those were silly fears, that the injections were only a moment, that they were barely like a mosquito bite, and that he should relax. He was going to give him the vaccine now and that way he would see that nothing would happen.

"Come on, take off your pants," he said while he was already pulling them down himself, "and lie face down on the bed so I can give it to you; this way you’ll relax your butt and it won’t hurt."

Fran lay down face down with his underwear on (at least he thought he wasn’t completely naked) and became more scared as he saw the preparation of the injection, with that needle and the syringe full of liquid... they had only injected him in the butt once when he was little, and he didn’t remember well, but he recalled that it had hurt and he had cried. He thought that now he was older and that his stepfather had said it wouldn’t hurt and that he wouldn’t lie to him…

The stepfather finished preparing the injection, moistened a piece of cotton with alcohol, and said to Fran:

"Come on, son, lie down well and don’t be afraid, it’s nothing."

He pulled down the underwear exposing his butt, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, and while Fran was frozen with embarrassment, he told him to relax his butt, rubbed it a little with the cotton, gave him a couple of pats, and quickly jabbed the needle in with a firm, swift motion. Fran felt the sting, but it’s true that it was just for a second; this calmed him down a bit… but the calm lasted only a second because soon the liquid started to go in, and that really hurt, a lot. Fran began to say that it hurt him a lot, to stop please, that he couldn’t take it anymore, but the stepfather kept pushing the injection liquid in, telling him that it was nothing, that it was just for a moment, that he shouldn’t tense his butt, that he was almost done… and Fran hurt more and more, couldn’t stop the tears from flowing, and started crying, it seemed like it would never end although his stepfather kept saying that it was almost done, to just stay calm… until he finally finished, pulled out the needle, and pressed a little with the cotton while trying to calm him by saying, “All done, see? It was nothing! It’s over, son, it’s over,” but Fran kept crying and saying that his little butt hurt a lot while looking at him with wet eyes. The stepfather then started to caress him, gave him a few kisses, and lay down beside him to hug him and comfort him, telling him that he had been a good boy, that he had behaved well and had been brave, that he would soon see how it would pass, and not to cry…. and Fran, although his little butt hurt, felt loved and surrounded, and hugged tighter, searching for his stepfather's mouth to kiss him. He was still crying a little and saying it hurt, but being in his stepfather's arms comforted him and he liked it a lot. In exchange for that, he even started to think that a little bit of butt pain might be worth it… and then, seeing him calmer, the stepfather said:

"Well, son, now you see that the injection wasn’t that bad. It’s good to get used to it because in the next few days you need to get the other vaccines, and I’m also going to prescribe some antibiotic injections for your throat every 8 hours and anti-inflammatory every 6, and daily doses during breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, and supper of supplements of vitamins that will do you good. But right now the most urgent thing is to take your temperature to see how your fever is and what I can give you for it… it won’t be another injection, don’t be afraid."