About 3:00 am on the Orthopedics floor at Swedish hospital.
“Brad, wake up, please.”
“Hrrmp. Ah, O. K.”
“I’m Laura from the lab. I need to draw some blood. I’m going to turn the overhead light on. You might want to close your eyes.”
“Ah, sure. What time is it?”
I pull the blanket completely over my head, and stick my right arm out from underneath.
The room lightens. She gently takes my arm, and checks my ID wristband. Half-asleep, I feel the cold of an alcohol swab. A small prick of a needle. A pause in the quiet room. Then I feel a quick wipe, and the stickiness of a bandaid covers the new, small hole.
“All done. Go back to sleep, Brad.” Through the blanket, I sense that darkness returns to the hospital room.
“Hrrrmm, thanks, Laura.”
I hear the door close. As I drift back to sleep, a strange thought pops into my mind.
She took my blood and I never even saw her face. She could be a vampire with the munchies. Or an alien from space doing research.
Oh, well. Enjoy, Laura.