N: Needles
"A small, slender rod of metal used for I.V purposes in hospitals."
The best way to describe Alex's situation was that he was being laughed at by an SAS soldier. And it wouldn't be all that strange, had that soldier not been Snake, of all soldiers, and the fact that Snake was laughing at Alex because the teen had refused to let Snake stick him with an I.V.
Alex was hellbent on getting away from the medic. So hellbent, in fact, that he had practically crawled into Eagle's lap and coat with the man. Fox stared in bewilderment at the wounded teen shaking near Eagle.
"Cub," he started slowly, "Are you afraid of needles?" At the mention of the medical instrument, Cub blushed brilliantly and buried his face in his hands. "Maybe..." he mumbled. Eagle broke out a smile.
"He says maybe. Which means, yes, Snake, you've managed to traumatize him more than the enemies did." Wolf clapped the Scottish man on the shoulder. "Nice one, Snake," he quipped. Snake just shrugged.
"Well, he lost more blood than the healthy dose, Wolf. I need to get a transfusion into the kid before he goes into shock." Cub's eyes widened, but not by the threatening idea of a transfusion.
Cub quickly got up from his position of cowering by Eagle and opened a small cupboard in the airborne helicopter. They had just airlifted him out of LEO's* midst, after all.
Cub grabbed a bottle of chloroform and a rag, dousing it in the chemical. Before Snake could realize what the teen was doing, Alex sat himself back down beside Eagle and breathed deeply into the rag.
The last thing he heard was Wolf saying, "Well, now you can stick needles in him left and right." The medic snorted. "Yeah. Just take 'em out before he wakes up."
Joy.