[Maxine's not the best actress, but even she knows enough to not run to the door when he actually stays still. Several steps to the closet, open the door, find . . . a syringe and two vials.
No time for a sterile draw, and she's finished pulling from the second with faintly shaking hands when she hears the scramble of feet and wheels to see him bolting. She's quick after him, and rather than grab him again she runs right into him, pinning him against the door long enough to jab at his arm. Through the shirt and into the deltoid, a hard push, back out, and flung to the corner of the room within a second before she stumbles back.
The world's going unsteady at the edges, but that should do it. She hopes.]
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No time for a sterile draw, and she's finished pulling from the second with faintly shaking hands when she hears the scramble of feet and wheels to see him bolting. She's quick after him, and rather than grab him again she runs right into him, pinning him against the door long enough to jab at his arm. Through the shirt and into the deltoid, a hard push, back out, and flung to the corner of the room within a second before she stumbles back.
The world's going unsteady at the edges, but that should do it. She hopes.]