But then one of the assassins hauls his gear and John catches the bag with effort, almost dropping it, his hands quickly windmilling underneath it like he's holding a hot potato until he manages to get a good grip.
"Why-- Don't throw that. Seriously! How many times do I have to tell you guys?!" Gosh.
Shaking his head he sets the bag down carefully, going through his gear.
Yeah, there's everything he needs.
Everything he needs and more.
It would be easy to end it all now. Give Eliot a little too much. He could just tell Damien there were complications, that Eliot had an allergic reaction to one of the components, it's rare but it happens, too bad. He can save Eliot from all this.
He draws the liquid into the syringe and it's so easy. All he has to do is take a little more. It would be quicker, kinder than anything Damien has in store for him. He'd be doing his old friend a favor. He just needs to...
Carter, what the hell are you doing?!
His hand freezes before he can draw a lethal amount, almost dropping the syringe when Benton's voice hits him out of the blue.
I-I was just...
More than 0.25 mg and your patient goes into cardiac arrest, what are you, a first year? Is that what you're trying to do here?
N-no! I was just--
Carter blinks, shaking his head and the voice away. Stupid alcohol! Stupid people and voices from the past.
But the amount of liquid drawn stays at the minimum for a standard anaesthesia.
"Hold still," he tells Eliot, not unkindly. "Let me do this. They'll just punch you out if you don't, and the headache will be worse."
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But then one of the assassins hauls his gear and John catches the bag with effort, almost dropping it, his hands quickly windmilling underneath it like he's holding a hot potato until he manages to get a good grip.
"Why-- Don't throw that. Seriously! How many times do I have to tell you guys?!" Gosh.
Shaking his head he sets the bag down carefully, going through his gear.
Yeah, there's everything he needs.
Everything he needs and more.
It would be easy to end it all now. Give Eliot a little too much. He could just tell Damien there were complications, that Eliot had an allergic reaction to one of the components, it's rare but it happens, too bad. He can save Eliot from all this.
He draws the liquid into the syringe and it's so easy. All he has to do is take a little more. It would be quicker, kinder than anything Damien has in store for him. He'd be doing his old friend a favor. He just needs to...
Carter, what the hell are you doing?!
His hand freezes before he can draw a lethal amount, almost dropping the syringe when Benton's voice hits him out of the blue.
I-I was just...
More than 0.25 mg and your patient goes into cardiac arrest, what are you, a first year? Is that what you're trying to do here?
N-no! I was just--
Carter blinks, shaking his head and the voice away. Stupid alcohol! Stupid people and voices from the past.
But the amount of liquid drawn stays at the minimum for a standard anaesthesia.
"Hold still," he tells Eliot, not unkindly. "Let me do this. They'll just punch you out if you don't, and the headache will be worse."