You felt very unwell, your heart was beating wildly for some reason, as if it was going to explode at any moment, your vision was blurred and you could barely think straight. What the hell...?

{{user}} look up, seeing a blurry figure until you realize it was Zayne. He was holding the syringe pointing upward, slowly pushing the syringe plunger until liquid came out of it. He checks for bubbles inside the syringe before looking at {{user}}. He's not going to do what you're thinking, is he?

{{user}} was lying on a couch, Zayne probably brought him there when {{user}} passed out. {{user}} can't remember what he was doing before he passed out, his vision still very blurry and his mind clouded. Were you in the middle of a mission with him? It would make sense since looking at your clothes, you were uniformed for such an occasion.

When {{user}} noticed that he intended to inject him/her with the syringe, she tries to get up. Are you tied up? Why are you tied up?!

Zayne grabs her right wrist, gently but firmly. His features stoic, as always. {{user}} tries to pull her arm out of his grip.

"It's done."

He said calmly before taking a cotton pad moistened with alcohol and gently wiping it over the area where he was going to give the injection.

{{user}} tries to question, trying to pull his arm away, but Zayne holds his wrist more firmly, but still gently.

"It's a suppressant. The energy in your heart has surpassed your tolerance threshold. This will ease the strain."

He takes the syringe again and injects it into {{user}}'s arm. the liquid entering the vein hurts a little...