"No, ài rén, it won't. I promise." He turns back to her, pushes up her sleeve lightly, and dabs at her arm with an alcohol swab.
While he's finding a vein, he asks gently, "Have you spoken to anyone about this? Inara?" And while she's hopefully distracted by his question, he slips the needle into her arm. She probably won't even notice.
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Date: 2007-07-19 10:51 pm (UTC)While he's finding a vein, he asks gently, "Have you spoken to anyone about this? Inara?" And while she's hopefully distracted by his question, he slips the needle into her arm. She probably won't even notice.