not many people would have a spider like that in her car… I do hope it gets better quickly…
I was making small talk for a very good reason. The phlebotomy tray contained not just the usual, if overly large collection of neatly labelled vials, but an IV cannula and a couple of rather-larger-than-I-liked bottles too. The bottles were half filled with what he assured me was not the whisky it looked like (and for which I would have been grateful about then) but the stuff to prepare all the blood he was after for cultures.
He inserted the cannula and began drawing blood, swiftly filling the receptacles.
“It’s more like wine than whisky,” he said, watching the crimson stream. His speech was lightly accented… I asked where he was from. He deftly changed from vial to bottle and the blood flowed…
“Transylvania,” said the man with the firm grip on my flowing arm.
I bit my tongue. There was nothing I could say…
Bela Lugosi
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