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"Take it easy, Kira." Allen said, sitting beside her and gently sticking the needle in her arm, injecting the morphine. He pulled the needle out again and tossed it in the sharps box, waiting a few minutes for the morphine to kick in. "Look." He held his forearm out to her, showing her the stitching he'd only just done before breakfast. With his own needle and thread at that. "I'm not going to screw this up, I've been fixing myself since I was six, when I could actually hold a needle. When I was seven, I had more than enough chances to practice because of the ring fights."