Once his gloves are in place, he grabs the blood bags and hangs them on hooks located below the arm rest that I am strapped to. I did not notice that they were even there until now. Then he takes the needle that is connected to the IV hose and brings it over to me.
I watched, unable to do anything as he slowly inserted the needle into the crease of my elbow in my right arm. He carefully places tape on my arm over the entry point of the needle to prevent it from pulling back out. He even taped the IV tube down my arm in a few places.
The way he handled it was almost as if he was trying not to harm me. The IV hose was then connected to the first blood bag. Then, he turned a little knob on the hose and my blood started to flow from my arm, down the IV, and into the bag.
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