He got a hypo, held it up to the light.

And not by using a single hypo full of any drug I know about, either.

She put the hypo away, but did not go back to her corner.

We started to close in on him with hypo guns.

A few minutes later a nurse came in with a Hypo.

Too late, he saw that one of them carried a hypo.

It was a little pressure hypo, like the military uses.

He held the hypo to his throat and shot up.

I went toward them with the hypo, figuring to take care of him first.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a hypo.

Until the hypo took hold he kept asking about the Captain.

Christine turned and went to get the required air hypo.

With the hand not holding the pistol, he held up a hypo.

The doctor reached into his medical kit and took out a hypo.

He took the hypo and pushed up his own sleeve.

She nearly jabbed him with the hypo in her hand.

Whether hypo or hyper, though, the results were still the same.

He had a hypo in one hand which bad been out of sight till then.

He made a face as the hypo took effect.

He left the command chair to continue his round with the hypo.

It was as if she'd stuck another hypo of junk into me.

"Then why don't you use that hypo and let me out of here."

She gave me a hypo of muscle-relaxant for my back.

A moment later, she had a hypo spray out and administered it.

She reached into another cabinet, came up with a spray hypo.