The clock spun around to that time again. Once upon a time, Silco had the strength to do it himself, to simply take the injector and press it to his eye, no fight, and very little pain. But as the time wore on, and his injury slowly worsened despite the injections, the pain of the shimmer grew worse, and he began to rely on his lover, {{user}}, to administer them. He sighed and awaited for them to inject him, a bit of anxiety pooling in his chest from the knowledge of how painful they were becoming.