That stupid bright light. He really wished someone would come and adjust it, he'd been sitting in that stupid chair for around fifteen minutes while they left him there with that stupid light shining on his face. Stupid light. He had tried everything to avoid this. Heck, he even tried depriving himself of sleep for days so that he could just sleep through the whole procedure. Unfortunately, things are never that easy. Someone walked in and for a moment he was relieved.

"Danny, is it?"

He didn't need to answer her. The woman, dressed in a lab coat and scrubs noticed he was squinting, and adjusted the light over head for him. With a sigh of relief, he relaxed and got a better look at her. She had overly plump limps, obviously botox gone wrong. She was asian, maybe mexican. Again, more plastic surgery gone wrong, but she seemed harmless enough, he thought.

"Dr. Delgado will be here in a second, in the mean time, relax. I'm just going to numb you up a little."

She walked over to a table and picked up a syringe. He fought ghosts on a regular basis, but needles ... Oh lordy, how he hated needles.

"Ok, open your mouth"

He did as told, kinda.

"Wider.." She flicked the syringe, getting it ready to be used. Some of the liquid sprinkled onto his shirt, and that was the last straw. He clamped his mouth shut, wrapping his lip over his teeth. No way he was letting that near him.

"Uhm uhn ohening ahh ouff" He mumbled through shut lips, and shook his head to make the message more clear. When she put the needle down, he sigh in relief and relaxed his mouth.

"Ahah, got you you little booger!" She pounced on him, using her hands to pry his mouth open.

"Get off uh maw, I ahn sue hor dis!"

He wasn't going down without a fight, using all his strength he bit down on her hands. Winning himself a temporary victory, until that is she picked up the syringe again. Pulling on his hair, his mouth slightly ajar from the sudden jerk. She took her chance and pinched his nose while placing her her hand over his chin.

"I uhn fink dah is legal!"

"I said OPEN, puto!"

Just then another set of foot steps snapped them out of their little quarrel.

"Consuela, what did I tell you about harrassing the patients! That little boy now has to live with a nail-less toe and bald spot, we can't afford another law suit!"

She got off Danny, straightening out her coat while sending him a glare. One that he didn't hesitate to return, his mouth still warry of the needle. Turning her attention back to the doctor, she put on a bright smile.

"Yes, sorry Sir. I-I was just trying to inject him with the-"

"Enough, we can get started without the numbing agent"

For a moment Danny regretted his decision, but hey, how bad could it be, right?

"Brilliant idea, absaloutely brilliant!" She cheared, sending him a grin that would have Vlad whimpering within seconds. Oh boy.

An hour and a half later, he staggered out of the room. Mouth hurting, eyes burning, and sore. No ghost fight could ever compare to this. He felt almost like he was being experimented on by the GiW. But despite it all, he smiled. Why'd he smile? Because while that devil spawn of a lady was hovering over him with that saw and sucky thingy in hand, her mouth wide open as she delighted in Danny's suffering, he caught clint of something. A small black dot on her back molar, well, a moderatley big black dot on her back molar.

Ladies and gentlement, justice will be served. Or karma, he never really understood the difference anyway.