"I'm sorry for this, enar ves'tacha," Drake allowed his soft heart only that much leeway. He allowed it as he unscrewed the pen in his hands, plucking out the ink tube and the writing tip. That was unfortunate, right there. As much as that tip could help with the puncturing, it wouldn't allow for the drainage. "Brace yourself, this is going to be bad."

He felt for the gap between ribs that he wanted with one hand, and then stabbed the pen down between his fingers. It was with enough force to reach the dangerous, growing pocket of blood... no more and no less. But with such a blunt tube, that force was quite considerable!