Injection Novels & Stories

“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 know that injection, we usually use if for the disobedient workers under us, they won't die but they will never be a normal person again. I could feel her bring the the injection closer to my neck, I had one knife in my hand , I quickly shove it into her arm and the injection fell of her hand. I was going to get out of bed and she struggles to pick the injection despite the gun gushing out of her arm. I step on her hand as she place her hand on the injection. She look at me and gave ma a bitter smile, she looked at my feet and I kne

he muttered, pulling out a syringe and medication. “Roll her over,” Caleb instructed, preparing for an intramuscular injection. Ben hesitated, his brows furrowing. “An injection… on her hip?” Caleb gave him an exasperated look. “Yes, and unless you want her fever to keep climbing, we don’t have time for your hesitation. Move!” But Ben’s protective instincts kicked in. The idea of Caleb seeing even a hint of Jamie’s skin made his expression darken. Without another word, Ben snatched the syringe from Caleb’s hand.

She uncovered a tiny injection with a clear substance, she tapped it with two of her fingers. "Give your hands gently," She said and i stretched out my hands. She injected the substance into my body and i didn't move an inch. The pain was minimal, i have been shot countless of times, there was nothing a syringe could do to me that i didn't feel worse.

"Aren't you his best friend, you should know what your friend is planning this time." "I'm starting to think he's doubtful of me, even Ralph doesn't heed my words. The brothers are one of a kind. They don't know when to give up when they should and now, they're going to regret everything." He shoved his hand into his pocket and took out a bottle with a reddish liquid. "Master gave me this, it should work like wonders." I took the bottle from him and I tilted my head as I studied it. "Would it knock him out?"

But I don't know, she even followed my words or not. If she didn't understand my point, then how will I give her injection. "Don't I have any other option other than injection." She asked me with some hope to escape from the injection. I looked back to Dr Park for confirmation. "No! You have to take injection because your treatment is ongoing at home, we don’t have all the equipment accordingly to your injury." Dr Park explained her whole situation. "This injection will reduce your pain." "Will you give only one

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Ira tries to hug her but screams in pain by holding her rib bone area. This time her screams are not stopping. What is going on ?? Mom and Dad step back to let them come closer to Sana. She held Iru and called the nurse. The nurse enters immediately. Sana indicates something to her. The nurse nodded and started preparing an injection. Sana is holding Iru's head at her chest and Iru is still screaming in pain. I am still unable to get up. The nurse pushed the injection into her arm. Dad asked to give it through canola but the nurse said that this injection is IM.

I furrow my eyebrows at the stinging sensation as he drives it deeper, siphoning an audible groan from the back of my throat. Fuck. I feel it: the burning sensation of the cortisol slowly pouring into me as Marcel meticulously drives it through my muscle. Tears fill my eyes as he draws the needle back and shifts it in a different angle before drawing it back in and injecting another quarter of the dose. I draw my lip between my teeth, biting down as he carefully withdraws the needle from my shoulder.

he asked with a sly grin. I shook my head with fear, my hands behind my back really hurting. “Just one of these can drive a man mad with lust, Rosy. A lust that needs to be satisfied immediately or there will be dire consequences.” Oh, God... No, please, no. “Three can kill a man,” he continued as he raised the injections. “Let's see how you react to one of these. You'll be begging before the afternoon runs out.” “What is th-that injection?” I couldn't hide my fear again; my voice practically vibrated with it.

She’d been dying, one system at a time, and forcing her hands to work. “It’s not ingested,” Dr. Vale said. She leaned forward, just an inch. “It’s a gel. It has to be injected. Deep. Into muscle.” The air left the room. Injected. Meaning hands on her. A needle. A struggle. In my house. My fingers curled into my palms, nails biting skin. “Who has access to something like this?” I asked. Dr. Vale didn’t blink. “It’s old. Specialty product. Not something you find on a street corner.” She paused, letting the silence thicken. “It’s from a specific… ecosystem. The kind that deals in people. And the quiet disposal of problems.”