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((Open RP with Elliot.)) "well this better damn work." I mumble and watch as the syringe in plunged into my skin, along with it it's contents. I wince and look away as the doctor leaves. I rub my arm with my clenched fingers. I had started to lose movement in my left leg as well. This was supposed to help. I hear someone know on the door to my room, "who is it?"

So many times Storm had been held down, beaten, shocked and tortured just to get her to submit to a blood draw. Now she was so distant, she didn't feel the cold steel entering her vein.

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The thick needle popped through his skin; drawing a hiss from him, and smile from Ms.

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