His whole body remained tense, his eyes transfixed on the needle, a low growl still rumbling in his chest. He said after moment," I hate needles." He eyed it warily, not wanting to be any closer to it then he already was. His body slowly relaxed, and he yawned, the recent events and his massive headache wearing him down. The tip of his tail twitched slightly much like a cats. He suddenly announced," I'm hungry."