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."

nonsense, because the liquid in the infusion tube had

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

wound with iodine and said, "Press on it for

wound. I thought that human vessels were such complicated things. They were all made to transport blood, but

fact that it was the wrong vessel, the place where the tube had originally been inserted was bruised. Blood wasn't squirting out of the wound, but the bruise on the back of my hand was quite

nurse had also noticed the bulging bruise on the back of my hand and slightly frowned. She looked sorry, but she didn't

and took a look at it, as if wanting to continue finding a place to poke. I looked at the tiny bruise on the back of my

do it on the right hand

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

went well. There weren't any abnormal reactions

my left hand had a huge bulging bruise. Somewhat apologetically, she said, "I'll go get an ice

particularly blurry as I

walked past the nurse. He was so handsome, and it was