Prompt: #001 Needles at 100 situations on livejournal.
Sharp, pricking pain.
A flash of silver.
The smallest dribble of blood.
Scully bit her lower lip as she worked and tried to concentrate her thoughts on happy things that in reality were far, far away.
She pulled back, startled, and grimaced. She'd almost got it! Almost.
Just a little more; a little deeper…
She tried again.
…There! Got it!
She expertly removed the splinter from the palm of her left hand and flicked it into the bin, carefully holding the needle away from her skin.
Satisfied, she wiped the blood off and turned to Mulder, who was looking at her with wide eyes and moving quite rapidly away from her.