Kim moves painfully and is almost pushed onto the couch.

She tries to control her tears, realizing she was wrong, this wasn't an interrogation, it was a trap.

"Why are you doing this?" she whispers, at least now she can cradle her hurt hand. She doesn't know how much blood she's losing, but she feels wetness against her fingers.

Salazar doesn't answer her, instead he pulls out a tornequit and ties it around her arm, near her elbow.

"Please don't," her eyes track the syringe but the world is blurry.

She feels the sting of the needle slipping under her skin and then warmth and pain is receding.