The young alchemist tried his best to claw his way out of the door. However, Roy Mustang held him by the jacket in an effort to keep him inside the room. Mustang pulled him back into the room and sat him down on the chair. The young male jumped back up to make another run to the door, but Mustang caught him by the hood and yanked him back in the chair.
"Honestly Ed, you make it seem like a bad thing. I thought you weren't scared of anything."
At the indirect calling of chicken, Ed twitched with anger. He crossed his arms and turned his away from the Colonel.
"Why would I be scared?"
Mustand let go of his grip on the alchemist and stood up. "Whatever. Nurse! You can come in now!"
Ed took in a gulp as the nurse came into the room. She carried a tray with syringes and tiny glass bottles of clear liquid. Putting down the tray, she picked up one syringe and filled up up while Ed looked away. He told himself it was fine, just a poke in the arm. Besides, he experienced more painful things before, how bad could a shot be?
"Please take your pants off."
"ALL OF YOU CAN GO TO HELL! I DON'T NEED A SHOT!"