Injection Novels & Stories

The bodyguard replied. Vladimir looked at the doctor. "Inject the creature pup with this injection." He said. The doctor nodded. "Kings, May I know what is this injection for? He asked. "It is a pain reliever." The bodyguard said. Zachariah gave the injection to the doctor. The doctor examined the injection thoroughly before he injected Buddy with it. Buddy howled in pain as the needle pierced his skin. "It's okay Buddy. You are a brave boy. You can handle it." Zachariah said. He was trying to make Buddy feel alright.

“Wait ... I ...” “Aren’t you forgetting about respect, girl?” Her psychotic uncle questioned, tightening his grip on her shoulders. “Sir ... But, isn’t there another way? I ...” she stammered, her pulse increasing as she shifted her eyes between the two immortals; breathing heavily. “Well ... The only other place that the injection can go is the butt cheek, but I doubt any of us want to administer it; especially Darkous.” The ruler of hell laughed, quickly inserting the needle into Elika’s vein as she whimpered; fighting against the dark lords grasp.

He had spent fourteen years letting me hate him, letting me wish for his death, just so I could have a normal life. My trembling fingers closed around the cold glass of the vial. "How do I take it?" I whispered, my voice completely raw. Kovac pointed a shaky hand toward the medical kit. "The syringe with the blue cap. Intramuscular. In the shoulder or the thigh. Do it before the next seizure locks your muscles, child. Do it now."

"What, seeking the goddess is the right way to go," "I really don't have time for this, while you two continue with your silliness, I will vaccinate the boy," Jett approached the young omega's neck with the syringe again and without hesitation, he injected the boy's neck, emptying its light yellowish content into his and pulled back.

I wanted to scream, move, anything. "It is alright," he rasped out again. "I know you must be sad. But don't worry, you will get used to it with time. Then, you will be able to talk even after the in-jec-tion. But don't let them know this or they will give you more in-jec-tion."

"What is on this syringe, and why am I getting an injection? The other doctor usually gives me some pills to take." "And how effective are those pills?" The doctor asked. I turned my gaze to the sheets and shrugged. "They only work for a couple of hours, not very effective." "And that is why we have decided to use an injection. It is more effective and lasts longer." I nodded, feeling a little more relaxed. The needle went through my arm, and I could feel the bile liquid seeping in. Just then, my whole body was enveloped in a strange light, and the pain in my body began to dissipate slowly.

Angel reached for the big needle he normally used to inject them as if they were animals, and stabbed him in the arm with it. The man grunted in pain, afraid to shout as Blaze continued to glare at him. Angel injected whatever was inside into the older man's arm and watched as he started to shiver, his colour turned bright red like a lobster and he started to drool.

I ordered. Leo scrambled over, shoving the glass vial into my hand. The tube didn't have a needle. It was a pressurized auto-injector designed for bone marrow delivery. I didn't hesitate. I ripped the plastic safety cap off with my teeth and slammed the steel base directly into the center of Elena's chest, right through her wet shirt. The device clicked loudly, the glowing blue fluid draining into her breastbone in a fraction of a second. --- POV: Elena The darkness wasn't cold. It was a suffocating, burning pressure that clamped down on my throat until I couldn't remember my own name.

“Lift.” As soon as Adelaide was disconnected from the monitors and secured with her IVs, I said, “Now, on her chart…” Mack followed me to the computer. It was good that he had a thing for benzodiazepines. The syringe slipped effortlessly through his neck. I’ve heard it said that delivering an injection is like piercing the skin of an orange. That wasn’t true. The human skin gives much less resistance. A sharp needle penetrates like a knife through softened butter—so can a sharp knife, but that was a story for another day.

I truly love you. Millie only felt nauseous when she heard Stefan repeatedly profess his love for her. She shut her eyes, unwilling to say another word to him. Stefan opened his mouth to speak but ultimately said nothing. Once they got home, he immediately called for a doctor to bring an injection. "In the past, it was mixed into your medicine and absorbed slowly. But a direct injection is much more effective." "Are you still going to drug me?" Millie stared at him in disbelief. "Are you trying to drive me crazy?"