Entering the injection room, I saw a little sister wiping tears. Her mother comforted her and helped her to hold the needle with a cotton swab. It turned out that she had already called. "It must be very painful, otherwise how can she cry after the injection?" My heart couldn't help getting nervous. I held my mother's hand tightly. When my mother saw that I was afraid, she stroked my head and said softly, "you are a brave child. As long as you relax, you won't feel any pain." I listened to mother's words, the mood relaxed some, think again, I almost nine years old, this little bit of pain afraid of what? I rolled up my sleeves and crossed my arms.
The doctor came over, dabbed some alcohol with a cotton swab, and dabbed it gently on my arm. I feel cool, so comfortable! As the doctor massaged my arm, he pricked the needle in. I just feel as if I have been bitten by some insect. It's very painful, but it doesn't hurt any more soon. The doctor took out the needle, handed me a cotton swab, and told me to press the needle.
I proudly look to my mother, who is looking at me with a smile of approval!