Hit A Nerve When Drawing Blood Novels & Stories

The nurse skillfully tied a tourniquet and tapped Coco's arm to locate a vein. "Hold her still. Don't let her move when I draw her blood," the nurse instructed. "Got it," Lucas responded. He let Coco rest her upper body against his chest while he held her shoulder with one hand and her arm with the other. As the needle pierced her skin, Coco instinctively tried to pull her arm away, but Lucas held her firmly. "It hurts..." she complained pitifully.

A suffocating feeling, like death itself gripping my throat, suddenly crashed over me. My vision went black and my body collapsed onto the blood donation table. The needle shifted with the impact, and blood began flowing backward through the tube. The nurse drawing my blood, Sharon Jones, shoved me impatiently and yanked the needle out. "I'm trying to draw blood here. Can you stop moving around? Now I have to stick you again!" When I did not respond, a flash of disgust crossed her face. She gripped the needle and drove it hard into my arm.

“Aisla... what’s going on? I feel so light-headed.” She didn’t answer for a long moment. Finally, she docked the transducer and handed me a handful of paper towels to wipe away the gel. She walked back to her desk and sat down, her pen tapping nervously against her clipboard. “Barbie, as a nurse, you know better than anyone,” she began, her tone sharpening. “Why would you allow your blood to be drawn without proper screening? In your condition, it’s not just dangerous — it’s medical negligence. The anemia alone could have sent your body into shock. It could have killed you.”

He massaged his temples as his men shoved me into a chair for the blood draw. The nurse, with a big needle in hand, looked worriedly at me. "Mr. Larsen, she looks pale. Maybe we should check her first..." "No checks!" Ethan cut her off. "She's fine. She was out dancing last night. Just draw the blood, 400cc, now!" The nurse had no choice but to do as she was told. As my blood started to flow into the bag, I felt my energy draining away with it. Ethan sat nearby, glued to his phone, too busy to even glance my way.

Just the idea of needles pricking my skin to draw blood sent shivers down my spine—I absolutely hated it. “Yes,” Uncle chuckled reassuringly. “Don't worry, sweetheart. They just need to take a little blood for your checkup.” His hand rested comfortingly on my thigh, his touch gentle and supportive. “I want to make sure you're healthy before my work trip.” I nodded, appreciating his reassurance. Despite feeling uneasy about the hospital visit, his comforting presence and gentle touch on my thigh during the drive helped ease my nerves. We arrived at the hospital swiftly, and the nurse deftly drew blood, each prick sending a jolt of pain through me. My uncle stood beside me, his hand gently cir

I can feel the beads of sweat already forming at my forehead and my body feels like it’s on fire. “Don’t worry, you’ll just feel a small pinch,” she says, attempting to soothe me. The nurse wipes down a patch of skin near a vein in my arm and holds up a large needle that looks long enough to pierce through my entire body. I feel a prick and my vision starts to blur as I visualize the blood she’s about to drain from me. My body tenses and I’m beginning to lose consciousness when everything instantly goes dark.

I see it's the nurse from before when she walks past me and into the room, where she starts to pull out stuff and place it on a counter. "Take a seat, we will start by taking your blood," the doctor says, pointing to where he wants me to sit. My heart is hammering in my chest while I try to make my feet move over there. I'm so close to finding out, and I don't feel a bit prepared for this. "Don't be afraid, it's not going to hurt," the nurse says when I have taken a seat and she is about to draw a sample of my blood. She thinks I'm afraid it's going to hurt, but that's not why my heart is racing right now.

He heaves off a sigh and places his right palm on my thigh. “Thank you so much, sweetie,” he says. I flash a smile. “Now, let's hurry up and save the innocent girl's life,” I say. “Um, how are you gonna get the blood out? Do you know how to draw blood?” He asks. “I can't… And there's literally no hospital that'd let an individual draw out more than one pint of blood under their watch,” I say. “Fuck. One problem to the other,” he grumbled.

''He starts to get nervous. ''Hey dear. Everything is fine?''I hold her face, which was already streaming tears.''Oh dear. It's okay, he's just going to draw some of your blood for testing. Will I show you how?''I look at the doctor and extend my arm.''Take my blood, doc, to show him. Then taking advantage, you see my anemia. ''Very good. He takes my arm and does it gently to show me how it feels. As soon as he draws my blood, I give the child a smile.

My hands were cold and damp, and my chest felt tight, like someone was pressing on it from the inside. The nurse was kind. She spoke gently and moved calmly, like she did this a hundred times a day. She handed me a small plastic cup and asked me to provide a urine sample. Then they drew my blood. The needle barely hurt, but I flinched anyway. She checked my blood pressure, asked me if I felt dizzy, then told me to wait in a small private room.