Hit A Nerve When Drawing Blood Novels & Stories

A suffocating, near-death sensation suddenly seized me, and everything went black as I collapsed onto the donation table. The needle was yanked sideways, and the blood began to flow back. Ms. Ritter shoved me hard and impatiently pulled out the needle. "I'm drawing your blood—can you just stay still? Now I have to stick the needle in all over again!" When I didn't respond, a flicker of disgust crossed her eyes. She pinched the needle and jabbed it viciously into my arm.

"And your body temperature is up one point five degrees." "It's just pre-game nerves," I said, leaning back against the wall. "You don't get pre-game nerves, Theo," Dr. Harris replied quietly. He pulled a small glass vial from the drawer, attaching a needle to the tube. "I need a quick blood draw. The machine will process it in three minutes." I didn't argue. I rolled up my sleeve, letting him draw the small sample. *** The scanner on the counter hummed, a small blue fan whirring as it read the blood markers.

Unable to hold back, she chuckled and asked, "Little girl, the needle hasn't even gone in yet, how can it hurt?" Fannie wailed, "The tourniquet is too tight, it hurts too..." The nurse was left confused. Patricia, noticing her unease, quickly explained, "I'm sorry, she's just scared and gets faint at the sight of blood! It's alright, I'll hold her, and you don't need to worry, just do what you usually do." The nurse nodded and skillfully located the vein, sterilized it, and prepared to insert the needle. As Fannie sensed the needle drawing near, she screamed in fear, causing her body to tremble even more.

ARIA Honestly, I'm really scared, my body's gonna be so weak after this, I can't believe I still have to give him my blood after the pain he had caused me. I pull away from the glass and handed it to Anna, I refused to give Maxine cause I know Ocean and her don't get along too well, who knows what would happen if I had given her. But at the end, it was both of them that are taking it to him because Maxine said she really wanted to see the clown face. Her words not mine. "While you're at it, can you get some clothes I could use for the week?" I asked. They both shared a look before nodding. I sigh and frown. I'm not sure I'll be able to survive it with this dizziness I'm feeling.

"Okay. Whatever you need to do." The drawing of blood is the worst part. Liam cries out loudly, his small face crumpling with confusion and pain. I hold his hand, stroke his hair, and whisper that it will be over soon, tears streaming down my face that I didn’t notice until the nurse hands me a tissue. "Mommy..." he sobs, reaching for me with his free hand. "I'm here, baby. I'm right here." The nurse finishes quickly, pressing a cotton ball to the tiny puncture wound and wrapping it in bright pink tape. Liam's tears are still wet on his cheeks, but he’s already calming down, his small body sagging with exhaustion.