I anticipate the chair with fear. I have passed out before. Just the thought of watching my own blood hit the end of the tube makes me queasy. My heart is racing.
What the hell is wrong with me? I am a certified phlebotomist. I worked in a lab and drew blood for a year and a half. It doesn't phase me in the least to poke someone and I reassure them when I sense they are nervous. I have to chuckle inside when these big machos come in and sweat rolls off of them.
As she labels the last vial, it's over. I'm still conscious.
Jumping into a vignette without warning like this--very effective alienating technique. Keeps the reader right in there with you, every drop along the way.
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