Lina knew this wouldn’t go well. She sat down and rolled up her sleeve. The nurse was friendly but seemed distracted, not a great sign.
He set up his tray of supplies, wiping her arm to find a vein. Lina cursed herself—she hadn’t drunk enough water, which made her veins harder to find.
After some time, the nurse found a spot.
“You’ll just feel a little prick,” he said, pushing the needle in.
Lina gasped, her nerves kicking in. This wasn’t going to be easy, she thought, but she had to get through it.
About This Story
The above story is part of a collection of short fiction pieces that I have collated and published into a paperback book.
