His breathing quickened as the needle came closer, barely able to surpress the surge of panic. Distantly he thought that he should be able to control it better than this, be able to calm himself and blank out the terror that he felt, but he'd been completely unprepared for a situation like this and there was nothing at all that could calm him as that needle stopped over his right eye. He wasn't even processing anything that she said. Everything narrowed until nothing existed except for that needle decending toward his eye, and then every muscle in his body tensed at the pain.

His lips pulled back in a grimace and he was unable to completely surpress a the sound of pain that forced its way out through gritted teeth as he held very, very still in irrational fear that if he moved anything the slightest bit the needle in his eye would blind him. That minute felt like a year and even when the needle was finally withdrawn he doesn't relax, hands clenching and opening repeatedly against the metal table, panting for breath.