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Here is Chapter 2 of Blood Tests. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
The group slowly trudged along the long, maze-like corridors.
"Where is this room 205 anyway?" Moaned Denmark.
"Stop whining, Dane…" muttered the irritated Norwegian.
"The receptionist told us to walk straight down this corridor and turn left. If so, the room should be right round the corner…" said the Finn.
As they turned round the corner, there was a loud scream heard through the slightly open door immediately on their right.
They all froze.
"Is this the room?" Asked Denmark.
"No, Dane, it's the sweet shop," replied Norway sarcastically.
Denmark turned to Norway and pouted.
"Why are you always so mean to me," whined Denmark.
Norway brushed it off and gently knocked on the door.
"Yes?"
Norway slowly pushed the door open.
The door opened to a pearly white room with a book shelf and cabinet on the right, and a hospital bed on the left. Opposite the group was a large window, with the view of the parking lot, and a large desk, covered in papers, medication and coffee cups. By the desk stood a cheery looking old man, with dark hair that was starting to look a little grey by the roots, with a large pair of round glasses on his nose and a bottle of a dark red substance in his hand. He was holding it up to the window and peering through it as the group of 5 walked in.
"…Excuse me..?" Whispered a voice to their left.
They all turned to the owner of the voice.
On the hospital bed sat a young man, who looked quite pale, with a cotton bud pressed to his cubital fossa (the part of your arm that you take blood test from).
The young man turned to the doctor.
"May I go now?"
"Of course," said the doctor in a happy tone, "Just don't get up too fast and go eat something from the café. We don't want to see anyone faint now, do we?"
The young man nodded meekly and slowly slid of the bed. He nodded to the 5 and walked out through the door.
The Nordics stared at the door after the man.
The doctor then clapped his hands together and brought the fives attention back to him.
"So," he said with a glint in his eyes, "who's first?"
They all glanced at one another.
"Well?"
Denmark clapped Sweden on the shoulder and pushed him forward.
"Hey, Sve, why not you? I mean as a man and one of the eldest I think you need to set a good example," said the Dane with a smirk.
The Swede looked quite pale and very uncomfortable.
"Unless you're a chicken," added the Dane with a chuckle.
Sweden shot him a glare.
"Great idea," said the doctor with a smile, ignoring Denmark's later comment, "Please take a seat here, Mr…"
"Berwald," replied Sweden bluntly.
"Of course, ."
Sweden walked towards the hospital bed and slowly slumped down.
The doctor went to his desk and started to rummage through the papers and medication bottles on his desks.
"Would the rest of you please take a seat on the chairs over there?" Said the doctor, still rummaging.
The remaining four glanced at Sweden one more time then sat down on the plastic chairs opposite the hospital bed.
"Got it!" Exclaimed the doctor.
They all looked towards the doctor, who had a fairly large needle, which was glistening like menacing weapon, in his hand.
Sweden looked quite shocked at the size of the needle.
The doctor chuckled at the Swedes reaction.
"No need to be so frightened."
Sweden didn't looked convinced.
Denmark also chuckled.
"Yeah, Sve, no need to be frightened."
"Shut it, Dane," Sweden said through gritted teeth.
"Ok," the doctor said, again ignoring Denmark, "Could you please take off your coat, and then roll up your sleeves."
Sweden did as he was told.
When he rolled up both sleeves, the doctor took his left arm and tightened a belt around his upper arm.
"Ok, please take a deep breath or whatever to calm yourself down," said the doctor.
Sweden glanced up at Finland.
Finland looked back and understood the silent message through the plead in the Swedes eyes.
He stood up and sat down gently next to him on the bed.
He took Sweden's right hand in his own and intertwined their fingers.
Sweden took a deep breath and nodded towards the doctor.
The doctor smiled and started prodding Sweden's arm in search of a vein.
Finland could see the discomfort on the Swedes face as the doctor finished searching and took out the needle from the packet.
"Ready?" Asked the doctor.
Sweden looked away and nodded.
Finland gripped his hand tighter.
"Ok, I'm putting it in."
Norway's hands were shaking as he held the book in his lap.
He really didn't like this.
He didn't want to be here, stuck in a cramped, crowded and too perfectly white room, waiting for his doom.
Ok, true maybe he was over reacting. It couldn't be that bad, and he was sure the needle wasn't that big…
Norway glanced up from his book.
A pale Sweden was clutching on to the Finn's hand as if his life depended on it, his eyes closed tightly shut and his brows were furrowed. Sticking out from his left arm was an enormous needl…
I take it back, thought the Norwegian in blind panic, it's enormous…
"Hey, Nor, you look pale," said Denmark, breaking Norway's trail of thoughts, "Are you alright?"
Norway shot his head up and switched back to reality.
First his eyes were wide from the sudden startle, but then he calmed down and turned back to his book.
"I am fine, there is no need to worry," he stated coldly.
Denmark gave Norway a worried glance, but then went back to watching the show.
Sweden winced as the needle pierced through his skin.
He clenched his muscles in his left arm, gripping on tightly to Finland's hand, which was holding back equally tightly.
He could feel sweat droplets forming on the side of his forehead.
Is it a little hot in here? He thought.
Sweden turned his head towards the window, which was open.
As he was turning his head back he looked down and saw the blood gushing out of his vein into the small test tube in the doctor's hand.
He started feeling a little light headed.
He turned back to Finland.
The image was blurry.
Is it getting dark..?
Suddenly, Sweden felt the doctor 'yank' the needle out of his arm.
Sweden, now brought back to his senses, turned to the doctor, who was smiling.
"All done."
He handed Sweden a cotton bud, to place on the wound.
"I think you should go and grab a sandwich and something to drink from the café. I think your friend can take you."
Sweden nodded and slowly stood up, Finland rushing to steady him.
They left the room together, side by side.
The remaining three glanced around at each other, knowing what was coming.
The doctor turned towards them, with a smile on his face.
"So, who's next?"
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. New chapter will be updated soon.