Band Preferences

Of Mice & Men: You Get A Shot/Blood Drawn

Preference #5: Of Mice & Men (Austin and Alan): You Get A Shot/Blood Drawn

(I only did Austin and Alan for this one, in other OM&M prefs I'll get to the other members. Promise.)

(Also if you're squeamish you may want to skip this one.)

Austin:

You finished filling out the paper work and Austin brought it to the desk for you. You had to get your flu shot. It was only one, but needles scared you more than anything. You played on your phone trying to distract yourself, but when they called your name, you froze. You locked your phone and put it in your back pocket. Austin followed you through the doors as the nurse took your height and weight.

You sat on the table, and Austin sat in a chair next to you. You looked at the container full of discarded needles and started shaking your foot in fear.

"You'll be okay, it only lasts for 4 seconds." Austin says, noticing your fear and holding your hand.
"Count 4 seconds, it seems more like 30."
"Don't think about it. Like, look at that drawing over there."

He points to a framed painting on the wall, a giant 'Where's Waldo?'. You started to look at the characters when nurse walked in with the tray that contained the syringe, and you felt tears in your eyes.

You looked at Austin like a scared little kid, and he took your hand to comfort you. The nurse was on your left side, and Austin was on your right.

"Ready?" The nurse asked, wiping down your arm.

You nodded and kept your eyes on Austin as you felt the needle go into your arm. A tear goes down your cheek and he quickly wiped it away with his thumb.

The needle leaves your arm, and a band-aid replaces it.

"All done!" the nurse says, putting the syringe in the bin.
"No more shots?" You ask.
"No more shots. You can get a lollipop on your way out." She smiles.
"Thank you." Austin said as she walked out.

He helps you off the table and hugs you.

"See, it wasn't bad, now was it?"
"Ugh...no. But needles still freak me out."
"You're good until next year, so let's go get that lollipop."

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Alan:

"I don't want to get blood drawn."
"Have you ever had it done?"
"When I was like 5 I think. I was being checked for something and it was horrible."

You were in the hospital with Alan, and they had to do bloodwork to update your records. You were anxiously waiting, fidgeting with the noisy paper on the table you were sitting on.

"It's not bad. Just don't look down." He laughs.
"If I look down will I pass out?"
"Hopefully not, I know Austin always has to get bloodwork done. I should've asked him for tips. Damn it."
"It's fine, I'm just scared I'm going to pass out from blood loss or something."
"It's not that much. It's not like you're losing 2 pints."

You look at him even more nervous, and he realizes he needs to change the subject.

"My high score on Flappy Bird is 67." He states proudly.
"Mine's 198 so you can suck it."
"Jesus, how did you get that far?"
"You just have to tap at the right time."
"Yeah that's what I do but yet I'm not at 200." He sits next to you and holds your hand.
"198. The freaking ad blocked the poles and I died."
"That's how I die everytime."
"Have you gotten the upd-"

There was a knock on the door and the nurse walked in. Alan got off the table and stood on the other side of the nurse.

"Alright Y/N, are you ready?"
"How long does it last?" You ask as she takes your arm and wipes down the crease of your elbow.
"Probably a minute at the most. It goes by a lot faster than you think."

Alan takes your other hand and looks you in the eyes. A rubber strand is tied around your arm to cut off the circulation. The nurse tightens it before taking the cap off of the needle. You feel it slide into your vein and close your eyes in fear. Soon enough, you feel the blood flowing out of your arm. Nervously, you looked at Alan for support.

"You're doing fine." He smiles at you.
"This feels so weird."
"Ever had this done before?" The nurse asked.
"When I was little, I had to get tests done for something. I know it leaves a bruise for a week or so."
"Yeah, just make sure you wait until the puncture heals completely."

Alan plays with your fingers as the nurse finishes getting the last of the blood needed. The needles slides out of your arm, being replaced by a piece of guaze and some medical tape.

"All done?"
"Yep. Good job by the way, most girls would've passed out the first 5 seconds." The nurse laughs.
"Thanks, I was extremely nervous about this. Needles are not my kind of thing."
"No problem, the results should be back within a day or two. We'll call you if anything shows up."
"Thanks again." Alan says smiling.
"You're welcome, bye you guys."
"Bye!" You and Alan say at the same time.

The door shuts and you look at your arm.

"Can we go? I've had enough doctors office and gross stuff for today."
"Don't be such a baby Y/N. I'll take you out for icecream."
"But my arm is amputated!" You over-exaggerate.
"It's just gauze and some tape, not a shark attack."

He leans forward and kisses you, his arms wrapping around your neck.

"You're so brave." He smirks.
"Not as brave as you, you're the one that kills the spiders in the house."
"Except that one time I was in the shower..."
"Hush. You're brave. Let's go get icecream."