We arrived down at the lab not too long after and I made my way into one of the empty draw rooms. I looked in the cabinets for an HCG cassette, needle, tourniquet and a green top tube for the test. I laid everything out while Eirina looked for an alcohol pad and gauze. When everything was ready, I sat down on the chair with my eyes shut tight.
“Okay, mother. Stick me”, I asked and she laughed.
“I didn’t know you were afraid of needles”, wiping the cold wet alcohol pad onto my arm.
“Well you know, too many bad sticks will do this to you”, I replied as I recalled my clinical days of IV insertion and blood draws. She wrapped the tourniquet around my arm and I squeezed the ends of my skirt when I felt her palpate once more. “Gods, just do it already. The suspense is killing me”, I joked w
