Custom Search
Alphabetical Indexes: A - B - C - D - E - F - G - H - I - J - K - L - M - N - O - P - Q - R - S - T - U - V - W - X - Y - Z - 0 - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9
Horror Fiction Science Fiction Fantasy Fiction Dramatic Fiction Historic Fiction Noir Fiction Short Story Collections Poetry Collections
Horror Fiction
Damon Blackley
Private Lessons
Chapter 1 Page 43
Damon Blackley
Private Lessons
Chapter 1 Page 43
She shook her head, suppressing her tears. "No, not really."
"Then why do you think I'm broken?"
Before she could respond, the door pushed open, and a pair of medical technicians entered the room, bustling with little cases of vials and equipment. Offering professional small talk intended to calm and soothe their tiny victim, these two worked for some time to extract all manner of samples and measures from the boy's body. When they drew blood from the veins in his left arm, Damon felt betrayed, since the nurse had assured him there would be no shots.
Though they explained the difference between a shot and a blood sample, Damon refused to be mollified. A black scowl remained fixed to his face while they remained, and disappeared only after they left.
Afterward, another medical assistant led Damon and his mother to another waiting room, where they sat silently watching a static-ridden television with the volume turned low. When they called for Damon this time, his mother stayed behind. She hugged him, reassured him that everything was fine, and promised to be waiting when he came out, again.
"Then why do you think I'm broken?"
Before she could respond, the door pushed open, and a pair of medical technicians entered the room, bustling with little cases of vials and equipment. Offering professional small talk intended to calm and soothe their tiny victim, these two worked for some time to extract all manner of samples and measures from the boy's body. When they drew blood from the veins in his left arm, Damon felt betrayed, since the nurse had assured him there would be no shots.
Though they explained the difference between a shot and a blood sample, Damon refused to be mollified. A black scowl remained fixed to his face while they remained, and disappeared only after they left.
Afterward, another medical assistant led Damon and his mother to another waiting room, where they sat silently watching a static-ridden television with the volume turned low. When they called for Damon this time, his mother stayed behind. She hugged him, reassured him that everything was fine, and promised to be waiting when he came out, again.
FreeSoftwareApps.com - Goooggle.com - Publish-ME.com - SafeFreeDownloads.com - SafeFreeSoftware.com - SafeFreeSoftwareDownload.com