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So I skipped class today to donate blood on campus,

And you know how right afterward, you’re required to sit down for at least 15 minutes to just drink water and eat free snacks? Well I’m sitting, waiting, chilling, and the girl next to me, with her pretzels in hand suddenly starts to just tip over forward. And I’m just like, “Uhhh, homegirl, what’re you doing?” Then one of the male nurses kinda rushes over and catches her just in time, right before her head could hit the floor. With her food strewn across my feet, he starts to yell, “Wet towels, I need wet towels over here!” That’s when I realized she had blacked out right next to me. They pushed her back on the bench, and she started to lean against me, and so the nurse told me to get up so they could lay her down. I was like, “HOLY. SHIT.”

But that’s not the end of the story. Less then a couple of seconds later, one of the girls in a bed nearby whose blood was still in the process of being extracted ALSO started to faint. I watched her fucking eyes roll to the back of her fucking head! And so then another nurse was all like, “Wet towels! I need wet towels!” AND THEN, another couple of nano-seconds after that, the girl in the bed across from her also started to faint and was kinda like wiggling around uncontrollably. And yet another nurse was like, “I need wet towels here too!” Then they even yanked the thing out of her arm and there was blood all over her arm. And that’s when I looked over to the original male nurse, and I gave him wide eyes saying, “WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!”

Apparently, this sort of shit happens. Not necessarily all the time, but often enough for it to not be a big deal. I mean nobody died, but it still freaked me the fuck out. The nurses just put wet towels on each of their heads. I’ve donated bloods several times to know that you HAVE to eat breakfast and practically drown yourself in water before you decide to get a needle stuck into your veins. For a second, I thought that shit got all contaminated and that we were all gonna die. I had to stop where I was standing, and ask myself if I felt okay. And I was. I guess I’m just a badass like that. But I could definitely understand how a chain reaction like that could occur during a situation such as this. It may or may not have been those three girls’ first times donating blood, but seeing someone else lose control can surely affect another person psychologically. But not me, of course. I’m awesome.