Upheaval

You pull, attempting to wield the stand like a weapon. But your movements are clumsy and uncoordinated, no match for the still smiling nurse. Her grip goes so tight you can't move. Your eyes fill with years.

<Treatment has been unsuccessful> she says. Except her lips aren't moving.

Your mouth fills with spit.

You watch in horror as a needle appears from her fingertip. You try to get away.

No dice.

The needle peirces your skin. The world goes black at the edges.