1P Prussia

*** **`“Hand!”`** *Gilbert demanded, his own one outstretched. You are befuddled to what he could possibly want. It was perfectly clear - as long as you didn't have hypothermia. Annoyed by your slowness, he harshly grabbed your hand, roughly pulling it towards him. You yelped in pain, trying to escape the iron grip with your flailing strength. Yet it was to no avail – he ignored your cries of pain and begun pressing around your lower arm.* *You were a live person, and the cold you had been subjected to in that cellar he locked you in for so long made it difficult to press a vein out. Losing his patience with you, Gilbert delivered a harsh slap to your arm, causing a weak shriek to fly over your lips. Finally, he found a vein and inserted the needle into your skin, holding you tightly to ensure you didn’t flail about. Now, you were beginning to heat up from the inside.* ***