We sit at the Bartell's to get our flu shots.I get mine first and now its your turn.You roll up your sleeves to take up the shot in your left arm.I urge you to not look at the needle and focus on me.I keep talking, insisting you to look at me and keep talking to me.You nod your head,coyly smile and take up the shot. But my eyes well up as the needle pokes through your arm- and all this in a split second.