China x Reader: Shots"Aiyaa! ______, did you hear about the immunizations we have to have before the fall, aru?" your best friend Yao whined into the phone.
"I know!" you replied, your voice choked with tears. "I hate shots! It's not fair! My mom's dragging me to get them done tomorrow!"
"No way, mine too! It's a conspiracy, aru!"
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And so the next day, the two of you found yourselves standing in front of the looming building of your local doctor's office.
"I don't wanna, aru," Yao whimpered, clutching your arm. "Mama made me leave Shinatty-chan at home, aru!"
You had to smile, despite your matching anxiety, at the thought of of your friend's fluffy cat plushie (complete with a shiny red bow). At least he had worn his snuggly Pikachu sweatshirt instead, so he could burrow deep into the hood and not lose an ounce of comfort. You had followed his example, and worn your own plushy Hamtaro sweater.
"Come on, Yao," you said, gently tugging on his hand. "We have to go in sometime..."