Stitched Together (Deimos x Sanford)

Nineteen

You set the vial of the clouded solution on the table near the couch. You hold Deimos' arm steady, and plunge the syringe needle through his arm and into his vein, as your thumb pushes all the solution from the syringe in your hand into the his vein.

Deimos winces in pain, as the needle stays in his arm for more than he wanted as you administrate the needle. 

After the long silence, you take out the needle from his arm, and he sighs in relief.

"So, you ready for me to continue patching you up now?" You ask Deimos, and he nods slowly, the anesthetic already managing to kick in. His head drops down slowly, but lifts up fast as he realizes;

He's going to pass out.

"D'- Sanford, what the fuck?? Why am I so.. Tired??" Deimos spits out at you, his voice slightly frantic.

You take the needle, still hanging from the middle of his arm, and hold it in your hand.

"...Well..."
You stutter out, Deimos' eyes glittering as he stares at you.