He'd been injected with several painkillers as the doctors attempted to find something that would counteract the poison. Frankly the medication may as well had been placebos for all the good they did. The Hand had perfected their poisons over the generations. The pain was..considerable. Still, at least the ungodly shaking of his body had stopped..for the moment.
However, the foremost thought on his mind was Amiko. Was she all right? He remembered her words as he had been loaded into the ambulance. No matter how painful this got, he was not going to let this beat him. If his mother's lessons in enduring pain had ever meant anything, then this was that time.
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