#dose 2

Was a somewhat surreal experience. The hospital where I got my first shot needed more room so they took their operation to a dying indoor mall. My mall. My mall since I was like 8 years old.

I had my first date here, bought all my "cool" 90's clothes here, ate too much Sbarro pizza and pretended to like bubble tea here. Watched movies, lunched with co-workers, and carefully selected birthday presents. Loved Borders till it died here.

You were a good mall.

This image is from the area where you wait in case of anaphylaxis. A nice lady came by and checked on us every 5 min.

I didn't get the overwhelming fatigue of the first shot. But my arm was sore for 2 days instead of just one this time. I had no other significant symptoms I could attribute to the vaccine. I was prepared for a sick day, but it never came.

Sure, he acknowledged when a guy was attractive, and more than one had left him flustered from time to time. But he never actually wanted to be with one. Never had that electric current flowing just under his skin, every inch of him fighting to get closer to touch and be touched. He never felt such a primal desire to please.

None of the other guys at the party seemed to have this effect on him, so it was… something about this one. Lance couldn’t keep his eyes off the sharp jawline, the elegantly slanted eyes, the length of his fingers and the shiny, black gloves that seemed to fit his hand so snugly.

Hunk and Pidge had disappeared, despite being the ones who invited Lance. He recognized a few other people, and even saw the girl he had a crush on from his rhet class dancing along to the rhythm of the music that verged on too loud to talk over.

1~7 DONE!