Geto stood infront of you, your arm extended towards him as he tapped the syringe with two fingers, preparing to stick in your vein.

You were always afraid of needles, and acted out towards them. So you closed your eyes tightly, because hopefully if you didn't have to see it Itd be okay, right?

Wrong. When the needle pressed into your vein, your muscles reflexed. On instinct you accidentally punch Geto dead in the gut, who groaned, loudly.