Jab
"Jab,Jab," said Kurt. He brought the Biro down onto Boris's arm.
"Cut it out!"
"It'll be a needle next time!" Kurt taunted.
"I know," said Boris, "I don't need you to remind me of that!"
Boris moved away from his brother to the far end of the room. Kurt was an annoying pain a lot of the time but he would usually stop when asked to. Boris however couldn't help but look at his arm, which now had pen marks, he was still scared. The whole idea of the doctor plunging a needle into his arm was terrifying.
"Ready?" mum asked entering the living room.
"Ready?" Boris confirmed.
Boris and mum got into the car and set off for the doctor's surgery. Mum picked up one of the old magazines, Kurt just looked uncertainly round the room. Soon his name was called and they headed through to the doctors room.
"How are you today?2
"Okay," Boris said.
"Good," the doctor said. He reached behind him for a needle. "This will only hurt for a moment."
"I thought doctors we're supposed to say 'this won't hurt a bit.'"
"I never lie to my patients."
The doctor carefully pushed the needle into Boris's arm. It stung for a moment then the tube the doctor attached began to fill with blood.
"That wasn't so bad," Boris said.
The doctor passed him a piece of cotton wool which Boris held in place till the doctor secured it with some micropore.
"We'll have the test results in about a week."
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