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Thursday, September 5, 2019

🍯 ʜ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ s 🍯

The only vision visible peaked through my forcefully narrowed eyes,
my lips enlarging as the swelling grew progressively worse.
I presumed my life was on the line, as my breathing grew heavier.
I scowled, the experience already wasn’t an experience i’d appreciate.
Humid, vigorous tears sprawled in numerous spots on my face, as I wondered,
“What would happen next?”
Despite myself being very sultry, I provided myself with a hoodie, and
leggings, to cover up the faded ruby hives plastered across my limbs.
My knuckles clenched, I didn’t know what was going to happen.
I was neurotic, anxious.
For the entire ride, I couldn’t help but think about the after-effects of
my hives. What was yet to come?
I stumbled into the Hospital building, my covered arms wrapped around my waist.
It was completely discomforting to leisurely creep into a public Hospital, with
my lips enlarged, my eyes narrowed and my hands and feet swollen and chubby.
I had entertainment in the locks with me, as I had brought my device and knew
the wait would be extended. 
After 3 hours, I was checked on by a professional nurse.
I was informed that I apparently had to take a Blood Test.
My eyes  gaped open, as I have Aichmophobia; Fear of Needles.
At this moment, I wanted to perish.
She disappeared for a quick moment, than wheeled back, clutching o to the handle
of a table, filled with Blood Test tubes, and a single plastic needle plopped at
the side of the table.
I gulped heavily, the feeling seeming like I swallowed a hunk of metal.
She velvetely, but as I exaggerated, she abruptly stabbed me with the plastic needle,
which so happened to be my fear.
The session was over.
I was told that i’d be wheeled to a wharf, were I would stay the night.
I was seated comfortably in a wheelchair, as my mother and an anonymous man wheeled me
there.
The entire ride was silent, nobody spoke.
I had finally entered the soundless, airy building, the sound the squeaking wheels halted.
A nurse and my mum took me into their arms, limping me over to my room. My mum left me for
a while, I slept.

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