I leaped toward the pair without thinking, head blazing with pain I fought to ignore, and landed on the two of them like some kind of ridiculous superhero who'd lost her cape along the way. My fingers skittered for the syringe, impacting Carter's hand and tearing at the plastic tube. While my intentions were good, my aim was off, my own grasp too slow to save the day while Carter fumbled the prize. It went flying across the tile despite my efforts to nab it, spinning until it came to a halt against the side of the fridge. Carter grunted under my weight, Willow squirming beside me, her slim body writhing for purchase and leverage.
Well, at least he didn't have possession of the deadly weapon anymore, either.