Medtech Boy: Are you ready?
Me: Uh-huh...
Medtech Boy: This is gonna hurt a little.
Me: It's okay.
Medtech Boy: Sure?
Me: Yeah, I'm sure... Hurry up because I just want to get the pain over with already!
Medtech Boy: This is kinda big while yours is pretty small...
Me: That's okay... I wanted this anyway...
Medech Boy: Okay... I'll just do this slowly... Wait...
Me: Wait!... That kinda hurts...
Medtech Boy: ...Okay... How about now? Does it still hurt?
Me: Uh-huh...
Medtech Boy: This will just be a minute...
Me: Shit!
Medtech Boy: Okay... it's in...
Me: (muttering to self) Hmmm... was that it?...
This was a conversation (or rather, a scandalized version of it!) during MY blood donation - yes, I too have blood, not ice, running through my veins - at the ZCMC Blood Bank between yours truly and the medical technician. Yes, this was with THE Medtech Boy himself. Kindly refer to previous blogs for my past stories on him.
It was an unsuccessful blood letting by the way because it turns out I have very small blood vessels and my blood clots too easily. Yes, the nicotine is really starting to have its presence felt in my body.
So how does it feel to have THE Medtech Boy touching my arm and my hand, teasing me incessantly about the whole incidence, pleading sorry to me, with matching bent knees and palms together everytime our paths cross (which is practicaly almost every hour since I am now assigned at the laboratory), you ask?
Not as great as I expected.
Feeling siya masyado... Feeling guwapo.
But I have to admit, he still looks pretty yummy.
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