So cute, Milyn thinks, and takes a seat next to Tony's bedside. She takes the arm not occupied with Gene's hold and taps it a few times, locating a vein. Then she inserts the tip of the needle smoothly, with barely a pinch at all -- she's good at her craft.
The first thing that Tony will feel is the room around him softening around the edges, like everything is being wrapped in cotton. Edges are blunted, details start to blur. The serum doesn't hurt as it travels through him, although it may feel like his body is gently drawing in everything around him: air, light, sound, sense. It's a little like the world's slowest descent into a dream, and eventually there will be a little sensation of flip, and then his consciousness simply won't be in Keeliai any longer.
Once she's sure that he's out, Milyn begins preparing a second syringe for Gene.
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The first thing that Tony will feel is the room around him softening around the edges, like everything is being wrapped in cotton. Edges are blunted, details start to blur. The serum doesn't hurt as it travels through him, although it may feel like his body is gently drawing in everything around him: air, light, sound, sense. It's a little like the world's slowest descent into a dream, and eventually there will be a little sensation of flip, and then his consciousness simply won't be in Keeliai any longer.
Once she's sure that he's out, Milyn begins preparing a second syringe for Gene.