"Indie," Greyson sighed and gently, but firmly moved Indianna's head so her neck was exposed.

"Greyson!" She panicked as flashes of the attack ran through her mind. "Please!"

"Stay calm," Doc instructed as he neared closer to her neck with the needle.

"Would you be bloody calm if you were in my fucking position!" Indianna exclaimed.

"You're loud," Greyson stated. "You're angry."

"Not fucking shit!" She yelled and tried to move away from the needle, but Greyson held her still. "Greyson, if ...