Hit A Nerve When Drawing Blood Novels & Stories

“Did the blood draw go badly?” Her eyes widened slightly. “Oh, no. James is a trooper about that type of thing. He’s gotten used to it.” Her smile was sad. “When you get poked and prodded and tested starting as a toddler, I think getting blood drawn is the least of your worries as a kid. Mostly he just finds it boring when a nurse struggles to find one of his veins.” “Well, I’m glad it wasn’t difficult for him.” Harrison took in her expression and asked in a quiet voice, “But what about you? I know this can be just as hard on the parent as on the child.”

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"He may not have completed what he was trying to do." "Or he may have," the doctor said, not to me.... to the nurse beside him. "We can't assume." The IV was disconnected A new line went in on the other arm with the practiced efficiency of someone for whom this was a known procedure. Blood was drawn. I stood at the foot of the bed and watched and kept my hand at my stomach and breathed. The pain from the fall had settled into a dull, present ache.... not the sharp escalating kind, not the kind that had sent us to the hospital after the Zara confrontation. Present. Monitored.

“That’s ok dear. We can take some blood and see if there’s anything untoward there but from what I can see you are perfectly healthy.” The nurse strapped on the tourniquet and pulled tight. I hadn’t had a blood test before, but I’d been with Gary once when he’d needed one. The nurse then gently tapped my inner elbow and pressed around. “There we go.” She mumbled to herself pumping her fingers up and down on a plump vein. “Small pinch now dear.” I actually didn’t feel anything. My senses were overcome with the smell of blueberry cheesecake. It calmed and soothed me. I relaxed into the chair.

he ask with a smile. Clenching my teeth I snap a handout and shove him onto the cot. He falls ungracefully as his arms flail in the air trying to stop his descent. If I could have I would have laughed at the moment. I hold out my hand to Igneous and he place the needle in it. Moving quickly I shove it into the crook of my naked arm and begin to draw my blood. He eyes the needle like a starving man as it begins to glow the eerily shade of red. Well, at least something about me hasn't changed. I stop the needle at 50 cc and pretend like I am going to pull it from my arm.

I stepped behind the curtain and dressed down taking a seat on the low mesh cot. Calling the person who entered a nurse would have been a misjudgment. This soldier was hardly someone with bedside manners or who could have once called my mother a co-worker. They acted as if not getting done in a timely manner was going to see them killed. Their hands grabbed my arm, twisting it to better suit their needs as they tied a rubber band to my upper arm to draw blood. “Up.” He spoke shortly and then turned to a clipboard as the blood runned out into a bag to my side, “Age?”

I suppose I have nothing to compare my life to so it's easy not to miss something I’ve never had. Were you sick as a child? Did you have any blood transfusions or any medical procedures?” Dutton slaps the vials on the tray and grabs a small cotton ball to press where the butterfly needle is going into my arm, he whips out the needle and applies pressure to the cotton ball until I take over so he can label the vials.

Doctor Phillips was truly easier to talk with rather than Doctor Aznar. Doctor Phillips laughed briefly at her answer as he applied the tourniquet on her mid-upper arm and she winced. He asked her if it’s too tight and Emily nodded and so, he told her to make a fist and she did. He then checked her veins, putting pressure as he pressed on them. When he finally decided to draw blood from the right arm, he took out an alcohol pad and gently cleaned the puncture area. He brought out a butterfly needle with a syringe and punctured the skin and vein with the needle, he made sure her skin was tight for her to feel less pain. As he pulled, blood then went inside the tubing.

The door pushes open gently { see, I told you now would be the best time to come, they’re both asleep, quick let’s get her blood before they wake up } I hear a bit of shuffling then felt a presence stand right over me, I remain still and even out my breathing as though sleeping. Alrighty, here we go, from this point on, the wheels will begin to turn *ouch* I hate needles! { be careful! She flinched, what if she woke up! } I could feel myself lose blood through my veins and I fight the urge to shiver and growl at them but I gotta hold it if I want this to work, oh Goddess are they trying to give me Anemia or kill me? Why aren’t they stopping? (( mmmm )) I move slightly to scare them off but c

She briefly smiled and did as told. "A needle is inserted into the vein and a small amount of blood is removed." Darla said. "You may feel a prick or stinging sensation." I said as I started drawing her blood. She slowly twitched but I had to continue. I collected 3 tubes of blood. The tourniquet is removed and the needle is withdrawn. I put pressure to the area where the needle was inserted until bleeding stopped. I put a small bandage on the area. I smiled to Nina again and I caressed her hand.