Today, they took my future to pathology in a transparent plastic bag. Three vials, each to be tested for three different diseases, and I sat shaking on the chair, while a medical student smiled at me, admitting that was the first time he’d taken blood. His eyes flashed awkwardly up to mine (quickly filling with tears, as they were) when he saw what they were searching me for. I did not want his sympathy. I watched my blood be taken away, and hoped that when it was returned, I would be given a positive (negative) answer.
