Tryson let out a low, guttural growl the moment the doctor withdrew the syringe from his arm, his muscles tensing at the lingering sting.
He had refused to go to the hospital the previous night, unwilling to endure the sterile walls and probing eyes, so he had demanded the doctor make a house call instead.
Moore had accompanied the doctor, ensuring that Tryson cooperated as a syringe of his blood was drawn for testing.
The sharp prick of the needle sent a brief jolt of pain through his skin, prompting another quiet growl to escape his lips.
He barely flinched, though, as Moore pressed a cotton swab to the fresh puncture before smoothly inserting the syringe where it was needed.
