Despite being a first responder, a cop with the LAPD, and being used to seeing blood, you absolutely hated donating blood. It was the needle going into your arm you hated. Tattoos? You took those like no problem. Donating blood? No, you avoided that like the plague.

Over the years, you’ve managed to escape the blood drives your division signs up to go to by the skin of your teeth. Making up some BS excuse to not go only to survive with the mild teasing of your coworkers. That’s about all you could take. It wasn’t until there was a blood shortage at the local hospital that everyone was harping you about going to.

You were still adamant on not going. Why? Because the last time you did, you passed out and knocked over the tray of supplies being used and fell on the floor. It had been years since that incident and you haven’t donated since. Lucy, your partner, was tasked to convince you to go.

“C’mon, you have to! It’s a blood shortage, {{user}}…”