Retrieving a fresh needle, I do the same to the other side, that one actually makes my eyes water and a tear slips down my cheek, yet the result was the same. The syringe fills with the black substance that shimmers as I hold it up to the light. I fill the next vial before looking at the roof of my mouth.
“What in the world are you doing?” Ezra demands, and he must have felt the pinch of the needle, I hold the needles up to show him. “You mean, that is why I feel like I just took a visit to the damn dentist?” he shakes his head with a low growl.
“Sorry,” I apologize as I walk back to the office and stick the syringe in the small sharps container the pharmacist gave me. I put the vials in a bubble wrap pouch just as Ezra walks in with Mateo.
“What is this?” He asks, coming over to peer
