Donor
“I think I’d like to begin with a person.” I don’t think I can bring myself to suck blood out of bag.
I am a little weirded out by the idea that a person is just going to be sitting here. Like are they going to lean over the bed? Do I have to get up and go to them? Do I introduce myself first? Hey, so, I’m gonna drink your blood now. Cool?
So awkward.
One problem at a time.
A nurse appears, apparently answering Dr. Grange’s summons. She relays my request for a donor.
“Great. We’ll take care of it,” the nurse rolls her wrist over and checks the time. “Give me ten to fifteen minutes, okay?”
I tell her that’s fine and try to relax against the pillow. When they leave me alone with Dr. Grange, I notice something.
When I turn to Dr. Grange, planning to ask her about it, I catch her
