Clementine:
As he started to get closer to me, I gulped again. There was a part of me that was not accepting whatever was in that needle.
"No, Yorick," I pulled my hand back again, shaking my head firmly.
This time, I decided to tell him very sternly that I did not want to take that medicine.
"Clementine, did we not go through all this?" he complained tiredly.
"Yes, we did, and I told you the same thing I'm telling you now. I don't want that needle, okay? So put it away," I told him sharply.
However, instead of stepping back, he continued to hold on to the needle.
"Okay, come on now. I think you are just scared. Once you get the dose, you will be fine," Yorick remarked, then suddenly stepped toward me.
"Yorick, I told you I do not want it," I shouted, lifting my hand to stop him from coming closer.
The moment he reached me, he grabbed my left hand and pulled it toward him, bringing the needle up in front of my eyes.
