~ The Cure~

Watching as he began to set up the IV for her. Bag on the pole first, then the fun part with the needle. Her skin as sanitized as possible, she looked away as he moved the needle to her skin. While she did not mind giving IVs she hated receiving them. A slight jump was her only reaction to the prick in the back of her hand. After a deep breath she nodded her head and he turned the switch that let the drip begin. Resting her arm on her stomach, she settled onto the hard medical table to wait.
Closing her eyes she rested, listening to the sounds of his movements. He had moved away from her to continue his to her work. Jael became aware of a slight tingle just under her skin on the arm with the IV. This must have been one of the side effects she had heard about. Starting to move her hand, she felt his grip pull her hand to the side of the bed, a moment later a cuff closed around it. Opening her eyes, she looked up at him. He was already moving away, apparently satisfied she would leave it alone now. Staring at him she started to argue but decided to let it go.
It was only a few minutes before the feeling started to increase, turning from annoying to mildly painful. Feeling the table shaking beneath her, she became aware that it was her body that was shaking. Another episode was starting. d**n. Cursing under her breath. This was a nutsty time. As the minutes went by the pain became worse and worse, like acid running and heating her veins. Becoming restless she started to squirm on the bed.
The pain was starting to become unbearable. Looking up she noticed the bag was not even half empty yet. By the time it emptied she would be in well into a hallucination. That was not good. The pain would amplify the hallucination. Slightly panicked, she started to remove the IV. Before she even had a chance, his vise grip was once again on her wrist, pulling her hand away from her arm and down. Twisting suddenly to stop him, she knew he was going to cuff her other hand down.
“No! No! It’s starting again! Let me go!”
Shaking her head violently, she ended up on her stomach beneath him, struggling to free herself. He was too strong, too powerful for her stop. The cuff closed with finality and he moved off of her. Screaming out in frustration, she ranked but it did not move. Settling down for a moment, thinking that if she relaxed the pain would stop. It didn’t, it steadily got worse. Jael was becoming desperate. Either she had to get the needle out of her arm or find a distraction from the pain.
On that thought, she wiggled up in the bed. Just enough so that her hand could move to the zipper of hear jeans. Minimal struggle with button, her hand soon was inside the cloth, beneath her panties. She tried to bury her fingers inside of her sex. It didn’t matter if he was in the room, all that mattered was some kind of relief to ease the pain. Some might say it was the sleeper in her, but at the moment all she could feel in her was acid in her veins. Whimpering, the way her hand was cuffed, she could not get the penetration she was seeking.
Sliding off the bed, it pulled her IV arm straight but put her closer to her hand. It still was not enough but it helped some. Resting her head against the arm rail, she continued to find just the right position. Figuring her body was lithe, that she was capable contorting. That some how she would find a way.