Paul leaned over him while moving the needle up to Frederick’s forehead. It took Frederick a moment to notice the prickling sensation on the knots across his brow. Then his forehead began to sting and itch. He wanted to scratch himself so badly, but he couldn’t break free from his restraints. The minutes felt like hours. He begged them to stop again, but the buzz from the machine was louder than his weak grumbling.
