Jason's muscles ached as the numbness slowly began to fade. The drug's grip was weakening, but not quickly enough.
His eyes drifted to the tray on the nearby table, where the syringe lay in wait. The man who had administered the injection had been called away in a rush, leaving Jason alone for just a moment.
He forced himself to blink, every small movement feeling like an insurmountable task. His fingers twitched with excruciating slowness as he strained to move them.
His goal was the sink near the door.
Jason recognized the sensation in his body.
It was a type of neuromuscular blocking agent. It was something he had encountered before, back when his family used similar substances to subdue their own targets. There was a potential remedy, albeit a crude one: water. Lots of it.
With a grunt, Jason pushed himself off the chair.
He collapsed onto the floor with a dull thud, feeling no pain, only the vibrations traveling up his bones.
