Injection Novels & Stories

A bottle of her medicine. Taking out a syringe and rooting it inside it. She fills the liquid with the syringe. Trying to keep her shaking hands still, she bites her lip to inject it into the vein in her forearm. Her red vision goes away in seconds. Her clenched fist relax. Finally able to breathe , she pulls up the hood to look at herself in the mirror. Dull gray eyes looked back at her.

"Please, can you turn your back. I'm about to inject you with cure to your sickness, please, do not harden your booty while I do that. Okay? " He said calmly. The other nurses are arranging the drip they want to give me and set it in a right direction. The doctor injected me with four injection on a roll on my two ass. It was so painful but I bared it to get my good health back. Though, I hates injection, but I loved how the doctor gave me that I didn't have to struggled to take it from him.

The dryness in my through intensified. "W-What did you inject me w-with?" I asked, my eyes wide. I winced from the pain in my throat. "Oh, just a mixture of some adrenergic drugs-'' She smirked. ''-More specifically Propanolol, Prazosin and Phenoxybenzamine.'' She said with her usual chuckle that sounded horrible in my ears.

Ben instructed Shadow as he headed to his room “I need a bath.” “Me too” Frank headed to his room. “You guys, keep an eye on the target.” Shadow instructed as he dialed Ian. “Aye” Jayden and Kayden saluted playfully. Ian picked up his phone within 2 rings- “Hello” “Ben wants to know the minimum window for S29 to be effective given intramuscularly at a dose of 500 ml?” “500 ml??” Ian exclaimed loudly “Are you trying to put an elephant to sleep?”

The green light flared, and I pressed my lips together in sharp envy. “Fourth, after insertion, lower the angle parallel to the arm to secure the needle, then inject the fluid slowly, without shaking or force.” I chuckled lightly, recalling how I had mimicked this before. Quickly, I snapped back to seriousness as he shot me a sharp glance. “Fifth, wipe the spot, press slightly to prevent blood from coming out… and done.” He looked up at me, leaning back, straightening in his posture. “Understood?” I nodded, raising my eyebrows.

Once she left Zander opened the small box which has one small slim injection with small drug glass bottles and a black strap. Zander said, "Watch me" so I observed him keenly. He grabbed the strap and put that around his left forearm tightly to make his veins more visible. I licked my dry lips in anxiety. He took one of the injectors and filled it with the drug. He tapped his upper elbow joint and inject the drug slowly.

Dr Ross immediately said when he answered the phone. "Alright, meet you at front." Angelo said before hanging up. He went to Lorenzo's side, untying him, picking him up and walking out the white room. When he was outside, he spotted Dr Ross' car and ran to it. He opened the door and placed Lorenzo inside before climbing inside. Dr Ross immediately sped away handing Angelo the antidote. Angelo thanked him, as he sunk the needle of the injection in Lorenzo's neck where his veins were visible. "How long till it works?" Angelo asked.

She said then grabbed my hand gently. There was no use in hiding my body anymore, yes it was uncomfortable. But I needed the pain to lessen. "I hate needles," I said in a low tone. "Well it's very normal, some prefer medicine to an injection while some prefer an injection to medicine." She said while she wiped my wrist with a spirit swab. "I'm giving you this injection because it's the quickest way to relieve your pain." She said. I closed my eyes and waited for her to do it. "Deep breath Luna." She whispered.

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"There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. Not being present is just... abandonment dressed up as respect." "I don't know how to do this," I said. "Just move," Eli said. "Just let your hand touch mine. It's not a decision that needs strategy. It's just proximity. It's just connection." I turned my hand, and our fingers made contact on the counter. Not hands held. Just fingertips touching. Just that small acknowledgment of physical presence. The moment stretched. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But sorry isn't enough anymore. You need to show me that you're actually choosing this."