Day Twenty-Six: Something that happened in a hospital.
I once accompanied a co-worker to the hospital when she fell ill at work.
She was deathly afraid of needles. That was not great if the doctor had to get her blood sample to find out what illness she has. I was coaxing her and soothing her as the nurses tried to get her hand set for the extraction. She was crying in whimpers the entire time out of terror.
I let her squeeze my arm during the extraction. She held on using her other hand so tightly, it felt like my arm was also drained of some blood while little nail marks showed up against my skin.
It probably took us at least fifteen minutes to convince her and make her relax for the blood extraction. The actual extraction barely took a minute.