When I get blood samples at work sometimes theyâre still warm from being imminently inside the patientâs veins and my hands are always cold because all the labs Ive work in are in the basement and they keep it kinda cold for whatever reason (and Iâm also just a chilly kid).
And I clutch the little warm tubes of blood and feel this sick person warming my hands and I think about how kind you might be and how I wish I could hold your hand and how badly, how really really badly, I want you to get better and stay warm and hold someoneâs hand again.
And anyway sometimes itâs better to not think so vividly about the people Iâm doing tests for. Iâm a good little cog in a vast machine of people all trying to heal and cure, and my cog feels so fucking small sometimes. But I hope the blood I prepare for you helps you breathe better and laugh and wake up feeling well rested.
Weâve never met but you warmed my hands and I want you to know I love you and Iâm rooting for you.
god, this is so sweet

















