Needle, Tube and Blood

White, white, white...This room seems so cold, white walls and white floor, I'm on white sheets staring up at the white ceiling, the glaring white light hurts my eyes. I shut my eyes tight, but the light shines so brightly, through my eyelids I see only red. I long to roll over, but there is a needle in my hand, which might break off and hurt me, and a tube, which might break open and spill my blood. I need my blood, I don't have much left. I'm little, so I didn't have that much to start with.

Squeak, squeak, squeak...I think of mice, but she said she's a nurse. It's her shoes that squeak. All the shoes squeak, I hear them up and down in the hall past my door. If I push this button it makes the nurses come, but I'm afraid to reach for the button, because of the needle and the tube and the blood. I need a drink, but the water is so far away, and I don't dare reach for it. Shoes squeak back and forth and I can't push the button, so I try to call for help, but I'm so thirsty I only squeak too.

Drip, drip, drip...I check the tube to make sure my blood isn't leaking, but it's only a faucet in the corner. I'm so thirsty, and I have to go pee and the dripping water is making it worse. I try to think of something else, so I follow the tube with my eyes, up where it goes to a bag. The bag is full of something, something that drips down the tube and into my hand through the needle. I don't want to cry because I need my water, I don't have much left. I don't want to, but I can feel tears dripping down my cheek.