The medical was nearing it’s end but the part Timmy feared most was almost upon him.

“That wasn’t so bad was it? Another pint today. I must say I’m very impressed with the rate you’re producing new red blood cells, this new diet’s doing you wonders. Just one more little injection and it’s all over.”

Dr Klimt taped his syringe and begun slowly injecting the pale green liquid. Timmy waited until he felt the pins and needles begin in the tips of his fingers and began screaming. The Dr looked up, then looked back down to the half empty syringe. That’s it Timmy, make him think he’s hurting you more than he is and he’ll keep getting the dose wrong.

A little bit more liquid entered his bloodstream and Timmy began thrashing around in the restraining straps. Kurt stopped, and noted the dosage on his clipboard.

Then his eyes found Timmy’s How about a little more, to be on the safe side. Klimt slammed his hand down on the plunger and burning lava flowed through Timmy’s veins as he blacked out.