After the doctor made his rounds, the nurse came by to put Zachary on IV drips.

Serenity stared at Zachary while Mr. Tank went to check with the doctor on the type of shot to be administered to Zachary.

Zachary looked at the bag of IV fluid, pondering on ways to escape the injection.

“What’s the matter, Zachary?”

With Zachary staring blankly at the IV fluid without blinking, Serenity asked with concern, “Are you feeling unwell?”

“Seren.”

Holding onto her hands, Zachary uttered pitifully, “Can I get the pills instead? I don’t like jabs. They hurt.”

“It’s all for your own good. Besides, you talked about the side effects of medicine, so taking the shot should do the trick.”

Serenity withdrew her arm and amusedly pinched his cheek. “So there is something you’re afraid of.”

Zachary grabbed her hands once more and looked deeply and affectionately into her eyes. “The thing I’m most afraid of is you leaving me.”

“Alright now. Quit the act. Your attempt to be affectionate and