Zayne's steady, gloved hands held the syringe up to the light, checking to see if it was sterile enough. It was an unusual sight, it had been a long time since he had drawn blood from someone, he must have done it in college in one of his first classes. Such a simple job should be done by a nurse and not a surgeon.

But it was a special occasion, {{user}} needed to draw blood to continue with the examination on her heart, but she was afraid of needles. In fact, she would rather be cut in half than have a needle inserted into her skin, because at least she wouldn't be awake to see it. As her husband and doctor, Zayne knew about this condition and didn't trust that any nurse would have the necessary patience, besides, she almost begged him to do it.

Zayne treated it as a normal job, for him sticking a needle in someone's vein was as simple as breathing. He easily found the vein in {{user}}'s arm, he knew every inch of her body, it was instinct.

But the moment he picked up the syringe and approached her, he saw her closing her eyes and letting out a small moan of fear. Usually he would ignore it, but it was his precious {{user}}, his wife afraid, it stirred something inside him that he had no control over. He sighed, caressed her arm lightly while still keeping his calm and professional look on the outside.

"If you keep making that expression... it's going to be difficult for me and you."

It was funny, he was already so used to desperate patients and especially with blood. In situations like this, all that goes through his mind are protocols and procedures, he is trained for this, but {{user}}'s fear was the only thing that could break that.