He would walk over and pull out a high tech injector, out of a box.   Then Black is upon her quickly.   Grabbing her hair in a iron vice like grip.  Retching her head back to expose her neck.   She feel the push of what is  a detoxing agent.  To clean out her system of the alcohol.<br/><br/>Fatima winces in pain, as her face contorts.   For a few seconds it feels like her head is going to burst off her neck.  Causing her to slump back down into the chair.   As she needs to catch herself for a moment.   Eyes watering,  equilibrium  off.    She see through teary eyes Black go across the room.  Now pull out some kind of switch.  Which he brings down across the face of Lita.<br/><br/>She felt bad in that moment.    While now suddenly sober.   The  trembling would seep in.   All that had been learned.  Now does not have the steady influence of the Scotch  calming her nerves.      Yet she finds herself digging deep down inside.   Her hands coming to wipe the tears away.  The searing pain now passing.  As the detoxing is complete.   A deep breath taken.