I squinted and peered at the shiny metal needle. It seemed oddly...alluring. Was I going mad? Perhaps. Hell if I knew. All I knew is I couldn't take my damned eyes off it.
Glad to see you've healed up, girl! Now that no one in this group has radiation poisoning, it seems we're all on equal footing, so there's no obvious candidate to use the syringe. I'm feeling particularly bold, though, so I'd be willing to try it out unless there's some objections.