Yes, today was the day. I could taste the blood as it flowed from me into the medical vampyre’s cold glass-like system through a sharp and cold spear shining with the morning sunlight.
He was bigger than I. His hands were those of a giant. He knew what he wanted and he was certain to get it: Blood! My blood! I had no chance of resisting him. He was as is a gargoyle coming down upon me.
Three vials where filled by the force of vacuum. I was weak from lack of food or drink. One vile was for an A1C test, another for Cholesterol and the final a Complete Metabolic Panel.
These three would govern my life for the next year. Was I anemic, cholesterol laden, was my blood glucose under control or rising wildly causing unforeseen nerve damage?
The Medical Vampyre would know with-in a day, 6 days for me.
I will return and tell you whether the Medical Vampyre says Yay or Nay to my weary soul.