Tris watched as he nearly cried, and felt herself shudder. How could she say no to him? Especially after everything he had done for her. Biting her lip, she led him back to the doctor, and asked for the shots, hands shaking slightly. Fear plunged through her as the doctor quickly injected her, and as soon as she was allowed to, she pulled away. Trembling, she hugged David, letting his heart beat soothe her, and smiling. "Thanks. I guess it's sort of silly to be afraid of medicine," she said softly, as they walked back to the manicure lady. Tris looked over the vast array of nail polish, curious as to what it was all for. She cocked her head, and looked at Daniel. "What, exactly, is a manicure?" she asked. "Is that a fancy name for small things of paint? Or painting lessons?" she asked, indicating the bottles of nail polish. She wondered what other strange names they had for things here.