"TAKE THE LONG WAY"
AKA; KARMA'S A BITCH"I want to thank everybody for donating today!" Chimney announced to everyone in the station.
The 118 blood drive was an annual occasion, and I had volunteered at several of them since I moved to Los Angeles — but had never actually given any of my blood so far.
I stood in between where Buck and Hen were getting their blood drawn, with a white Fiona's box tucked under one arm. We patiently listened to Chimney's speech before I could reveal what was inside.
"I know that we all put our lives on the line every day to save people, but today, you're saving people, and all it's taking is the prick of a needle." Chimney said, then gestured to where the blond was laying, "Simple enough that even Mr. Buckley can't mess it up."
Buck grinned and saluted, and I chuckled at the remark. Bobby entered, still in his street clothes, just as Chim finished his speech. The older man craned his head to scan the room.
"How'd you do today?" Bobby wondered, joining our group.
Chimney beamed, "Incredible. Everyone donated. Even the people on their day off."
I smiled at the pair of me in front of me, "That's amazing Chim."
Bobby nodded, his eyes flicking between me and the box. "Do I wanna know what's in that box?"
I glanced down at Buck with a cheeky smile, since he was with me when I made them, and opened up the box. "Check it out," I pointed at the cookies, "They're little blood bags,"
I made many of the goods we sold at Fiona's, but royal icing sugar cookies were my specialty — and my favourite. I could make any shape I wanted and it turned out every time. When I saw the blood-pack cookie cutter online, I couldn't resist knowing the blood drive was coming up.
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