"JONATHAN!" He closed the distance between them, forcing the needle out of his son's neck and throwing the syringe to the ground when he realised he had already managed to inject some of the toxin. He immediately cradled the boy to his chest, watching his face. "Stay with me, Jonathan. I can flush it out, dilute it."
He was looking around, trying to think of something.
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He was looking around, trying to think of something.