phan oneshots

taking blood

tw; blood, needles
description: phil is getting his blood taken from a nice looking doctor
word count: 1405

"you're going to be fine, just breathe, okay love?" the young, feminine nurse smiles at phil happily.

"and you're sure they won't take too much?" he uneasily responds. squeezing the tender spot on his pale arm that the doctor is about to prick.

"dr. howell has been doing this a long time, i'm sure you'll be fine. believe me honey, you'll have plenty of blood to spare even after he's finished."

phil nods nervously as the curvy, honey blonde haired woman smiles sweetly and walks out of the room. the small area seemed to be shrinking in phil's mind, like the pale yellow walls are slowly closing in on him. he gulps loudly and struggles to stay still. out of all the things in the world, needles are one of the scariest. especially needles that are being stabbed into your thin arm to steal the fluid that is vital for your body to survive.

"breathe," he mumbles repeatedly to himself. "just breathe."

he knew that he'd have to do this today, they told him the last time he came for an appointment. after every health problem he's had to endure it's pretty amazing that this will be the first time he's had blood drawn. the thought makes him sick to stomach though, he hates blood. as clumsy as he is, he still can't stand the sight of the velvety liquid. his stomach does that weird flip-flop thing that makes him want to violently vomit.

"good morning," the young doctor greets as he walks into the room. "i'm dr. howell, how are we today?"

phil hates the way he says "we." it's not like he was speaking for both of them when he states how he is feeling, so why would he feel the need to include both of them in his question.

"i'm fine, i guess," phil mumbles irritably. he's not actually upset with the doctor, he's just opposed to the idea of getting blood taken. he doesn't see the point in them stealing it, and he's not looking forward to the feeling of being stabbed by a needle. why do they hurt so much anyway? after all this time it's pretty sad to think that nobody had tried to make a painless needle.

or maybe that's why they have that numbing stuff? they were too lazy to change the needle that they just found a different solution. but in this circumstance that isn't really helpful, considering they don't give you any pain killers when they take your blood.

"okay phil, you seem to have a history of fainting when near open wounds and blood, correct?" he looks up from his clipboard to see phil nodding vigorously. "okay then i'm going to ask you to lie on your back please, so we can get started."

phil shakes his head once more, to try and dissolve all of his harrowing thoughts, like them taking too much blood and him dying. that won't happen though. they won't take too much, and they won't accidentally get the needle stuck in his arm and they won't accidentally drop the blood they've taken and let it splatter all over the floor.

a wave of nausea passes over phil as he leans back, biting his lip roughly. the whole ordeal is terrifying to him, and he really doesn't want to go through with this. he opens his mouth to try and protest, but the doctor is already speaking.

"i'm going to look at your veins, okay? just keep breathing please," he says, applying pressure to each of phil's arms. phil can't help but notice how attractive the doctor is, with his face only centimetres away from his own. goosebumps swirl across his glowing skin, symbolising his nervousness.