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**Christina** sat in the university parking lot, her heart racing as she turned to her friend Aura, who was practically trembling in the passenger seat. The late afternoon sun streamed through the windshield, casting a warm glow on Aura's tear-streaked face. *"Are you sure you're okay?"* **Christina** asked, concern lacing her voice.

*"No, I'm not okay!"* Aura exclaimed, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand. *"I can’t believe we have to do this here!"*

**Christina** chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood. *"Well, it’s either now or later, and I think we both know that later will be worse. Remember the last time?"*

Aura groaned, her hands gripping the edges of her seat. *"Don’t remind me! I can still hear the doctor saying, 'This will only take a minute.' A minute that felt like an eternity!"*

They both laughed, but Aura quickly turned serious again. *"But* **Christina**, *what if it hurts too much? What if I cry?"*

*"You’re not alone! I promise, I cried the first time too. It’s embarrassing, but it happens. We’re in this together."* **Christina** smiled reassuringly, trying to infuse a sense of bravery into the situation.

Just then, Aura’s mom walked up to the car, her expression a mix of sympathy and determination. *"Aura, sweetie, we need to get this done. I know it’s uncomfortable, but it’s important for your health."*

Aura’s eyes widened as she saw her mother holding the small box. *"No! Not right now! Can’t we just go home?"* she begged, her voice rising in pitch.

**Christina** reached over, placing a comforting hand on Aura’s shoulder. *"It’ll be over before you know it. Just think of it as a little adventure!"*

*"Adventure? More like a horror story!"* Aura retorted, but she couldn’t help but crack a smile.

As they settled into the back seat, Aura’s heart raced. *"What if someone sees us?"* she whimpered.

*"Then they’ll know how much we care about your health!"* **Christina** replied, trying to inject some humor into the situation. *"Besides, it’ll give them something to gossip about!"*

* Aura started to chant, her trademark protest song that had become a running joke between them.

**Christina** couldn’t help but laugh, even as she felt a pang of empathy. *"I know it feels silly, but just focus on the end goal. You’ll feel better afterward!"*

With a heavy sigh, Aura nodded, her eyes darting to the side mirror as if expecting someone to appear and rescue her. *"

Aura’s mother prepared the thermometer and the box of suppositories. *"Alright, let’s do this quickly and gently, okay?"* she said, her voice steady but warm.

Aura whimpered, a teardrop escaping down her cheek. *"Why does it have to be like this? Can’t we just take pills or something?"*

*"I know, sweetie, but these are what you need right now. They’ll help you feel better. Just remember, it’ll be over in no time. I’ll be right here with you,"* her mother reassured her, holding her hand tightly.

**Christina** watched the exchange, her heart swelling with admiration for Aura’s mom. *"You’ve got this, Aura! Just breathe and count to three with me! One, two..."*

*"NO!"* Aura cried, squirming in her seat. *"Can’t we just skip straight to three?"*

Both **Christina** and Aura’s mom exchanged amused glances. *"Okay, fine! On the count of three, we’ll do it. Ready? One, two... three!"*

As they counted, **Christina** held Aura’s other hand, squeezing it tightly. Aura’s eyes were clenched shut, her breath coming in quick gasps. The moment arrived, and with a swift motion, her mother did what needed to be done.

*"AHHH!"* Aura screeched, nearly leaping off the seat. *"I told you I didn’t want to!"*

**Christina** couldn’t help but giggle at Aura’s melodramatic flair as she continued to wallow in her discomfort. *"You’re so dramatic!"* she teased. *"You’re going to be fine, I promise!"*

Aura was still sobbing but managed to mumble, *"I hate this!"*

*"We all do, but you’ll thank us later when you’re feeling better!"

--- The Clinical Ordeal**

The university parking lot offered zero privacy as cars streamed past. Aura was bent over the backseat, hospital-style, her jeans and underwear pooled around one ankle while her mother pinned her firmly across the lap of their SUV. The thermometer's digital beep seemed deafening in the confined space.

"38.5°C," I announced, wiping the rectal thermometer with alcohol. "Definitely needs the suppository.

Aura sobbed, her tear-streaked face pressed against the leather seat. "I thought you were my friend!"

Her mother delivered a sharp spank to Aura's bare bottom - the crisp smack making us both jump. "Stop! , Aura. The red handprint stood out against her pale skin as she renewed her crying.

Medical precision took over as I tore open the foil packet. The suppository's waxy surface felt cold and clinical between my gloved fingers. Aura's whole body trembled when I parted her cheeks.

"Deep breath," I instructed, but she was already shrieking:

"¡NOOO—It feels terrible!" Her legs kicked involuntarily as the medication slid into place. Nearby, two students walking to their car froze mid-stride, their expressions caught between concern and amusement.

Her mother clampe

### **The Critical Moment**

Aura lay on her back across the rear seat, knees bent and hands death-gripping the armrest as if her life depended on it. The air in the car grew thick with tension. Her mother held the suppository between her fingers, its silver wrapper glinting in the fading afternoon light.

*"Relax, sweetheart. The tenser you are, the worse it’ll feel,"* her mom murmured, smoothing a dab of cream over the tiny white bullet.

**Christina**, twisted around from the front seat to witness the drama, found Aura with her eyes screwed shut, lashes fluttering, lips pressed into a thin line. Her breath came in quick, shallow gasps—like a startled bird’s.

*"Don’t look, Christina! This is *humiliating*!"* Aura whimpered, covering her face with her hands.

*"Too late,"* **Christina** laughed, though she squeezed Aura’s outstretched hand in solidarity.

### **The Cold Shock**

The first trauma came when the suppository made contact.

*"Gah! It’s *freezing*! Why do they never store these at room temperature?!"* Aura yelped, back arching like a spooked cat. Her mom sighed, long-suffering.

*"Shhh, I know. Just a second more."*

### **The Futile Resistance**

The moment the tip pressed inward, Aura’s muscles clenched in revolt.

*"Wait, wait—

**Her mother**, a veteran of these battles, anchored a firm hand on her hip.

*"Aura Valentina, stop wriggling. *Three seconds* and it’s over—"*

### **The Finale**

One swift, practiced nudge.

*"AAAH, SWEET MOTHER OF *GOD*!"* Aura howled as if impaled by a broadsword, not a half-inch of medicated wax. Tears sprang instantly—more from outrage than actual pain. *"I *HATE* THIS! BETRAYAL!

**Christina** burst into laughter. *"It’s literally smaller than a grape! *Drama queen*!"*

*"Shut *up*, Christina! *You* don’t have to host this… this… *glacial intruder*!"* Aura huffed, rubbing her backside with theatrical vigor, as if she could scrub away the memory along with the medicine.

Aura’s mom, caught between exasperation and amusement, handed her a wet wipe. *"Done. Worst part’s over. Now stay still for five minutes so you don’t *eject* it."*

With a melodramatic groan, Aura collapsed onto **Christina**’s lap. *"

Her mother chuckled softly. *"You might not have a choice. Your health is important, and sometimes we have to do things we don’t want to do."*

As they finally finished the ordeal, **Christina** reached into her bag and pulled out a pack of gummy bears. *"Here, these are for you!"*

Aura accepted them gratefully, a small smile breaking through her tears. *"Thanks,* **Christina**. *You always know how to make me feel better!"*

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