[It's too late. Even as he takes Ikenna into his arm, removes that syringe from his body... it's too late. It's empty, the poison already rushing through his veins. Nia discards it, throwing it to the ground. He draws Ikenna down, to the ground, hoping that perhaps gravity can help in evacuating that awful poison from his body.]
H-hold on. Hold on. We can fix this, just. Hold... on... [he begs. Should he try and suck it out? So much of the poison had gone into Ikenna's veins... would it even be possible for him to? Would it be a waste of time?
First. Before he attempts any first aid, he has to call for help. Nia quickly dials emergency services, directing them his way. The phone call is brief, and in moments his attention is returned to Ikenna.] Hear that? It... it's gonna be okay, we'll get you help. Hold on, please?