He wanted to disagree with her regarding the medication, but before he could, she was already digging around near his side. He flinched and gasped in pain as he felt the bite of the needle, then the rush of ice in his veins. When she pulled away, he resisted a frown.<br/><br/>He didn't want to sleep. He'd been doing nothing else for far too long now. Obediently, he nodded to her, knowing she would accept nothing else, yet told himself that he would remain awake after she'd gone, to give himself time to think.<br/><br/>Already, however, his eyes were feeling dry. He found himself blinking more often to keep them moist. Each time he blinked, he found it just a bit more difficult to reopen them. How strange, he thought... Blinking was normally such an easy thing to do. He felt himself release a long breath, his head wobbling on his shoulders where he sat. The room spun around him and he found he quite enjoyed the sensation. It was almost fun...