Sharing Your Pain - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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The blond man winced and emitted a curse beneath his breath. There was no denying company policy.

“Illya, just hang in there, tovarisch.  Only one more… ouch.  I felt that one too.”

A dangerous blue stare indicated disagreement.

“I assure you, only I felt that last…chyort “

“That was the last shot, Mr. Kuryakin.  Mr. Solo?”

Illya smiled as the doctor patted the seat being vacated.  Vaccinations were a part of their lives, traveling as they did all over the world.

“There there, Napoleon.  Believe me when I say that your pain is my pain, tovarisch.”

Napoleon didn’t believe it.