My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

The doctor obviously knew that I was conscious, and that was why he had explained the situation to me. I thought about his words, then understood that my face had probably been injured, and so my eye was inevitably hurt too.

However, why hadn't I felt pain to begin with? Things had probably happened too quickly, causing me to be unable to feel any sort of sensation.

The doctor left. A nurse gave me an intravenous drip. She took my hand and patted it several times but failed to find a protruding vein. She looked up at me and said, "Miss, please clench your fist."

I clenched my fist. She looked around the back of my hand carefully and found a vein. Then, she took a long, thin syringe and pushed the air out of the tube, causing the sound of liquid to come out of it. When I saw that she was going to stab it in, I turned my face away, and my muscles started to ache too. Truth be told, I was quite afraid of pain.

"All done!" The nurse told me to notify that she was done with it as she had probably noticed my cowardice.

I relaxed and looked back at the needle that had been plunged into the back of my left hand. I saw that the blood vessel on the back of my hand was bulging and it still felt a little painful.

I couldn't help but ask, "Miss, have you inserted it into the wrong vein? The blood seems to be flowing backwards."

because the liquid in the infusion

turned around and was stunned for a moment. She tried to pull out the

with iodine and said,

human vessels were such complicated things. They were all made to transport blood, but it

originally been inserted was bruised. Blood wasn't squirting out of the wound, but the bruise on the

can. The nurse had also noticed the bulging bruise on the back

finding a place to poke. I looked at the tiny bruise on the back of

we do it on the

been easy to find the blood vessel to begin with. It was already bulging at the moment. If the nurse did it again and it was still in the wrong place, how pitiful my hand would be! She nodded, then lowered her head and patted the back of my right hand. They were all the same actions. She asked me to clench my fist

went well. There weren't any abnormal

up the medicine and saw that the back of my left hand had a huge bulging bruise. Somewhat apologetically, she said, "I'll go get an ice compress for you later." I nodded and looked at my hand. My vision was a little blurry because

blurry as I could

handsome, and it was inevitable that people