Sofia took the needle down to the wound and wanted to begin when Demona, who was waiting for her to finish talking to herself in her mind, held her hand which held the needle.
"Woah! Woah! Waoh, there. And what do you think you are doing?"
Sofia looked at the needle, then his wound, and then, back at Demona.
"Trying to help you."
She said, looking at him like can you not put the pieces together, or is the loss of blood affecting your memory now.
"Mm hmm." He said, nodding his head at her as if he did not know.
"And have you done this before?"
He asked her, while she raised a brow, sending the answer to Demona without her realizing.
"It should not be hard."
She said, forcing her hand down impromptu, that she almost did it.
"No." Demona just said.
"What do you mean; 'No.' " She asked with a frown in perplexion.
"You are not using my wound as a test run."
