You bolt upright in a cold sweat, only to have a finger placed on your forehead, pushing you back down.

"Nien, nien! You mustn't sit up yet! Ze medicine isn't in your bloodstream yet!"

Your eyes widen in horror as an aging german man with a comically large needle stands over you with a manic grin, before he glances at the needle and sags slightly.

"Whoops... Zat vus not medicine!"

He laughs, shaking his head goodnaturedly before pulling yet another, even bigger needle out of seemingly thin air.

Oh dear.