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[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

Kevin leads Sergeant Wells into the infirmary, pointing him to a bed to sit on, and heads over to his little work area to fetch the sedative he prepared.

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells undoes his shirtsleeve, rolling it up a bit as he waits.

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

He doesn't have to wait long before Kevin comes back with the syringe.

"Here."

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

The needle gets a moment's look. Wells nods, turns the arm sideways, and looks away. "Not that I mind needles, mind you," he says in an attempt at levity, "but it's asking too fucking much of a man to make him watch one go in."

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

"That I can understand. My brother hates hospitals too."

Quickly and professionally, he swabs the crook of Wells' elbow, and in goes the needle.

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells hisses a little, but it might be nothing more than an exhalation.

Man's gotta save face somehow.

"Thanks, Doc," he says after a bit. "How long before it kicks in?"

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

"Should give you long enough to get outside before you feel anything. Ten, fifteen minutes."

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

"Good to know," Wells says, flexing his fingers. "Thanks again."

He glances at the spot where the needle had been. It was a very small injury. It's not there any more.

He sighs.

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

"You're welcome. And, uh... good luck."