"No," Greg said, standing his ground. "My dad didn't say shit about that! He knows I hate needles!" His dad wouldn't do that to him! He wouldn't! "My blood is staying with me. I will give you hair, spit, piss, shit under my fingernails, but you are not getting a fuckin' needle in me," he hissed, glaring hard and waiting for a physical altercation to take place.