Marietta
I sat restlessly on the bed, awaiting the doctor to start on me. I looked around the room, slightly scared as it was cold and empty. I do hear of ghost stories in hospitals. I mean people do die here.
The door creaked open, I peered at who it was and saw a nurse. He was quite good-looking and young.
He flashed a smile at me. “You should be Marie. Our hero for the day.“
I blushed hard. “Everyone is speaking like this is some great deal,“ I said. It wasn't that of a big deal.
“To save one's life is a great deal,“ he refutes. Slowly, he raised my sweater to my arm, revealing the trauma the earlier needle caused me. He saw I was visibly shivering at the sight of the big needle.
I felt faint, and my nausea felt right to return. “Breathe Marie, it won't hurt too much this tim
