"Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow..." Rachael says looking down at the floor, squealing quietly.

"You know we do this everyday you think you'd be used to it by now." Peter chuckles, wiping the disinfectant on her arm quickly.

"Nope!" Rachael says popping the P. "Never ever ever will I be used to it. Needles are the worrrrrrrrrrrrrsst!"

She squealed loudly as he stuck her with the needle, pushing its contents inside her bloodstream. Peter laughed at her before pulling it out and putting a blue crayon bandage on the prick point. Just because they were almost twenty five doesn't mean they didn't know what style was.

"You may hate needles but as long as they help keep you alive, I think they are the best invention ever." Peter smiles at her.

"Doesn't mean I have to like them." Rachael grumbles. "Or the warm contents inside them..."

"Well I'm sorry, I'd put them in the freezer if it wouldn't you know freeze. This is the coldest I can make it." Peter sighs.

"Yeah, and it's still to hot. Ugh, I can feel it spreading through my arm and chest." Rachael groans.

"But it keeps you safe." Peter sighs pulling her into his chest, just holding her.

"For how long though?" Rachael sighs, wrapping her arms around him. Enjoying his uncomfortable warmth.

"I don't know..." Peter whispers softly, running her fingers through her hair, holding her protectively.