Blood Test (Alistair Graham) He gave her his arm; she took his blood into her syringe, filled it, like a tall glass; wine tumbling down inside, rising to the brim.
He placed his lips anxiously on the rim (in his mind) to drink it down, to test the sugar, for himself.
She confirmed the results would be ready in five days. “I will phone you,” she said, if that’s ok?” “I’ll wait for your call,” he replied.
He closed the door 61