The New Start

One day I complained my friend to her doctor for a check- up. Her doctor told her that as part of the physical exam, a nurse will take a couple of samples of her blood. The nurse enters the room, smoke and said, ‘this will only take a minute, as she business herself with the syringe, she asked my friend to sit on the edge of the examining table and to roll up her sleeve. My friend slowly rolls up her sleeve and looks at her bare arm as if it were about to be cut off.

After the nurse tightens a rubber tourniquet around her upper arm, she said in a gentle voice, “Please make a fist and hold”, with a self and practices movement, she sticks the thin needle into my friend’s vein. My friend was saying to herself,” this isn’t so bad after: the nurse pulls the plunger out of my friend out of her blood, which is a deep red color, flow rapidly into the syringe. My friend said to herself; it’s almost over.

The nurse removes the first syringe and starts to fill a send. By then, my friend’s is beating crazily, and she had broken into a fine sweat. I tried to distract my friend by talking to her. All if a sudden, my friend fainted. When she came around, she asked me what happened, and when I told her that she fainted, she said to herself, “What’s the big deal about giving a little blood”.