Hit A Nerve When Drawing Blood Novels & Stories

But he let it pass. "Selene already told me. They always measure each draw carefully. There's no way it could hurt you." "Save your strength. Just apologize." The pain in my chest didn't have a word for it. "Every time… you knew they were drawing my blood?" The memories crashed back. How many times the needle had slipped near my throat, nicked my vocal cords. That was why my voice came out broken now, like a busted fan. The times when the nurse stepped out — when the doctor's hand had slid inside my torn shirt.

she assured me, Her calm demeanor and soothing voice helped to calm my racing heart. As I extended my arm, the nurse skillfully placed a tourniquet around it, gently pressing on my vein to make it more prominent. I watched in awe as she expertly inserted the needle, the sensation more of a slight pinch than anything else. I focused on my breathing, trying to stay calm and relaxed. "It's not painful, is it?" Maria asked, concern evident in her voice. I nodded, grateful for her understanding. I had initially thought that donating blood would be a painful experience, but the lively engagement with Maria and her colleague had made it much more bearable.

Through the glass window, Miranda saw Felix sitting quietly in the chair with one arm extended while the nurse skillfully went through the blood draw. As if he sensed her standing outside, he looked up. His gaze had already returned to its usual calm depth. Their eyes met for only a moment, and Miranda turned away at once. The nurse pulled out the needle and pressed a cotton ball to the spot. Felix thanked her quietly, then stood. He rolled down his shirtsleeve over his strong forearm, pressed the spot for a few more seconds, then adjusted his cuff and headed for the door with his usual composure.

He holds my hand in between both of his large ones. It isn't long before the nurse comes out and calls my name. I don't even need to ask James if he is coming in, as he is already standing up and pulling me with him. The nurse checks my weight, my blood pressure and all the usual questions. When she gets out the tubes and a needle. My arm is facing upwards as I pull my dress sleeve up. I know the drill, but I don't like needles. I'm squeamish, so I look away as she rubs my arm with some cotton wool.

He asked softly, "Does it hurt?" The nurse who was drawing blood next to her couldn't help but feel paranoid. She wanted to say, drawing blood doesn't hurt at all! Even a five-year-old can smile! Erwin Wilson shook his head. He wasn't a child either. Just when he saw the injection pierce his body, he instinctively frowned.

It scared me how calm I’d become. “Let me draw some blood,” I snapped putting the tourniquet into her hand. “Don’t nurses usually do this?” She asked, her voice cracking. “I do it myself sometimes,” I replied, giving her a forced reassuring smile. I could sense the fear flicker in her eyes as I cleaned the spot while I drew some blood. I sank the needle in with her gaze locked on me waiting for a moment I would stop but I didn’t stop. I continued to draw until it reached 20ml.

“C-Can I not… do the blood test…?” “This is Grandma’s order, Tina.” Samuel pressed Tina down on the chair impatiently. “Or do you like it more when I’m the one drawing blood from you?” If a doctor were to tend to Tina, it would be a normal blood-drawing procedure. But if Samuel was the one doing it, then she would most likely suffer a lot. In the end, Tina finally cooperated with the doctor and had her blood drawn. Her complexion still pale, she stood up from the chair with wobbly knees before collapsing to the side uncontrollably.

My sweat was dripping down my eyes, making me not able to see clearly. I can do this. I need to do this. Colt. I need to do this for him. I saw the blood flow. Untie the tourniquet and pull out the needle. I shook to cry and laugh like an insane person. I realized I should have done that for him before I drew my blood, but I successfully did it anyway. I grabbed the tip of the tube, pulled the cover with my teeth, and blindly connected it to the cannula. Adjust the drip and look at the flow, when the drop continues it means you did it right.

My son meant everything to me. She approached me and inserted the needle into my shoulder. The pain was sharp, but I barely reacted as blood was drawn. The room felt quiet, and with each sample taken, my anxiety grew for Vincent's sake. Afterward, she handed me a consent form. I signed it, and she left the room, instructing me to wait. Every minute felt torturous. Each nurse entering the room sent a jolt of fear through me, thinking they might deliver awful news about my son.

The usual nurse comes through the door with some supplies along with the OB doctor, who is only holding a chart. "Blood time, sweetheart!" the nurse sings in such a voice that it makes Skylar turn her head towards her. The nurse smiles gently when she sees she got her attention and begins placing the tourniquet around the upper part of Skylar's arm. "Just a pinch!" Skylar's face scrunches up in discomfort as the nurse pierces her skin and starts to take the blood. While the nurse handles her, I stand up from my chair and make my way over to Doctor Johnson as she writes some new info on Skylar's patient info board. "Care to share?" I point to the new writing on the board.