It had no proper label on it, none of the printed markings that medicines carry, only a chemical name written by hand across the top.

From it he drew a substance into a syringe, and he administered it to Raymond through the lines already running into his arm.

I will not describe the substance, or name it, or lay out what it was or how it did what it did, because that is precisely the kind of knowledge that helps no one and could harm someone, and it is not the point of anything I am telling you.

What matters is what I saw with my own eyes.