Hit A Nerve When Drawing Blood Novels & Stories

I pinched my chin between my thumb and index finger. “She has been drained of blood, and she needs it replenished quickly if she is to recover. I will get her a blood bag and be back. There are supplies in that drawer. Clean her arms and legs. I’m not sure which vein will work best.” I nodded, went to the drawer, and pulled it out: iodine and cotton balls.

Neither of us tries to say ‘hi. My attention shifts when I feel Ansel leaning over me. He plucks a leaf out of my hair. “You look like you got eaten by the shrubbery, Karin.” He pulls a twig loose from the fabric at my waist and throws both onto the tray of a servant who’s hurrying by, just before dashes away. When we get to Doc, he cleans my arm with an alcohol swab and tightens a tourniquet around my arm for the blood draw. Ansel sits across from us, watching everything.

But I have to keep a low profile for now as promised. The nauseousness shoots through me as I lift the patient's arm and the chemical stench of medicine hits my senses. I carefully puncture the big arterie, only enough for a thin line of blood to start running. It takes forever when I can't leave any traces and I have to suck to get the blood out.

pain tolerance varies from patient to patient. For example, most woman aren’t afraid of getting blood drawn, whereas most men are terrified. I’ve been cussed at and had to reassure more men than women that it will be ok. From my experience, men would make more of a scene and say belittling things to the phlebotomist because they are in terrible pain or start to be filled with anxiety. So, to answer your question again, I like having this talent, but do I like the job, it changes from patient to patient.” I nodded my head and thought about what she just said. Eliza then adds, “I agree. I’m fine with blood draws. I may be a little nervous but it's not so bad. But when Patrick needs t

“The Saturday one, I guess. But it was light.” “Let’s do a urine test and a quick blood draw. That’ll give us a better picture.” She handed me a cup. “Bathroom’s down the hall. Bring it back and place it on the napkin by the sink.” “Glad I drank that pop earlier,” I muttered. I came back, dropped the cup on the designated napkin, and soon a nurse named Sasha arrived to draw my blood. She was quiet, professional, and didn’t flinch when I cursed as the needle went in.

Nurse: "Before we begin, I need to confirm some information and check your health vitals." (Kay goes through the necessary health checks and provides the required information.) Nurse: "Great! Everything looks good. We'll begin the blood draw now. It won't take long." (Kay undergoes the blood donation process, which takes about 10-15 minutes.) After the blood donation: Carmen: (Smiling at Kay) "You did amazing, my love. I'm so proud of you." Kay: (Feeling a little weak but determined) "Thanks, Carmen. It's just a small discomfort for such a critical cause."

My fingers tremble, but I don’t look away. “If you feel dizzy, let us know,” she says gently. “I won’t,” I reply. The needle slides in. I don’t flinch. If my blood can keep her alive, then take it. The nurse draws one pint. I barely register how long I’ve been sitting there. “I can give more,” I insist when the nurse removes the needle. Blake steps closer, his voice firm. “You’re about to pass out.” The nurse nods. “This is enough. Any more and it won’t be safe for you.”

“I am. I just need to get some blood and then we can begin.” “Awesome. You may begin.” I said as I sat down in the chair and provided my arm. Quietly, she wrapped a blue massive rubber band around my arm. Successfully pinching my artery off. After pumping my hand a few times, she found the vein she wanted. For some reason, it didn’t bother me to watch her stick me into my veins and draw out the blood. In the past, it has but not today.

I sat back on the chair and relaxed; I was dozing off when a nurse patted my shoulder. "Mr. Magnus, please follow me. We need you to donate blood to your father, but I need to get you tested first." I got up swiftly and followed her to a room tagged 'Phlebotomy.' I walked in and was directed to sit on a chair. "This might hurt a little." She put on her gloves, brought out her tourniquet, wrapped it around my upper arm, brought out a syringe, found a vein, and pierced it. Blood flew into the syringe almost immediately, and she pulled it out. "Is that all?" I asked.

“Take mine. You have no time to hesitate. Now, saving him is the priority.” The nurse felt helpless and nodded before taking Olivia to get her blood drawn. Fortunately, the nurse was wary of the amount of blood she drew, so Olivia only felt a little dizzy. As Olivia left the room in a daze, her wheelchair bumped into someone. She quickly apologized. “Sorry….” However, when she looked up, she froze…