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Maritza was able to sit and allow the man to conduct the checkup, though, she knew she wouldn't have been able to do so without Quinn's reassurance. She kept one hand clasped around his for the entirety of the examination, tightening her hold whenever a new piece of medical equipment touched her skin. It wasn't that bad. It really wasn't that bad.
And then, Dr Brooks brought out a needle.
The only needles Maritza had ever seen in her life were that the customers of her family business used, and even though they ran a cartel, her mother and older siblings condemned herion and needles. They also made sure to frequently make Maritza promise to never become a junkie, and she wasn't. She had never even touched pot. She was the baby of the family, the pure one, and that was why she was so terrified of medication and drugs -- she didn't want to betray those who believed in her.
So she scrambled backwards, letting go of Quinn's hand since her skin was getting hot and singing the sheets of the bed. "What the fuck is that?!" she asked frantically, looking between Quinn and Dr Brooks. "No no no no no -- no, I can't, I can't!"