Jane was pensive, yet persistent as she was staring at the pen.
"I am not the body. I am not even the mind," she chanted as she disinfected a small area of her thigh and placed her pen over it.
Clicked the pen, and the pain was intense. Her eyes were moist by the ache.
She waited for the syringe fluid to enter her body, while she continued her chant, "I am not the body. I am not even the mind."
Released the pen, and wiped the drop of blood.
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that shows a hard place and a connection.