Invisible Me

“Ah, Jake. Please, take a seat.”

The Doctor, a distinguished looking man in his mid 30’s in a white coat, pointed to an ergonomically shaped office chair with black leather upholstery.

“Thanks Doc, I haven’t done anything like this before,” I stammered, “what’s going to happen?”

The Doctor smiled and leaned forward, putting his elbows on the white desk in front of him and giving me a warm smile.

“Well, you’ve signed up for a medical trial for a vitamin booster that we need to test, so, first I’m going to ask you a few questions,” he gestured to a clipboard that sat next to his computer.

“Then what?” I asked.

“If everything checks out, and I have little doubt it will, I’ll take you through to the clinician’s room, where my glamourous assistant, Nurse Roberts, will administer the injection.”

“Urgh, I hate injections. Good thing you’re paying so well,” I smiled, trying to shake the mental image of the sharp needle piercing my skin.

“I’ve yet to meet someone who actually enjoys the injection part,” the Doctor laughed, “that’s why we’re offering $500 to each participant. There’s something about men not enjoying the penetrative aspect of an injection.”

I grinned at the Doctor’s humour. His white lab coat covered a light blue shirt with a dark blue tie tucked into the buttons halfway down.

At 20, with no job and not many prospects, I didn’t have many money-making options. When my mom suggested this, I jumped at the chance to have some money in my pocket.

“So, let’s start with that medical questionnaire…”