Chapter 71: A Tiny Prick

Dr. Bradley hands him a needle and a vile of something clear.

"This will help," he says, slapping the back of his hand several times on the inside of my elbow.

Dominic grabs his wrist, "What is that?"

Dr. Walsh jerks, looking up at him. "S-Something that will take away her pain," he answers, startled.

Dominic glares at the doctor for another moment and nods, letting go. Dr. Walsh blinks and pulls in a breath, glancing back at me. I can barely stay focused as he takes my arm again, securing it with his hands.

"This may sting a bit." He warns as the needle pricks my vein. A warm sensation travels up my arm, and my mouth goes instantly dry. Without warning, the room feels like it's rocking back and forth as an instant wave of nausea hits my gut. I look up at Dominic, his expression tight with worry, but all I can focus on is trying to keep my breakfast from resurfacing, "I-I don't feel so good."