HUNDREDS #5/100: "Universal Recipient"

I became a phlebotomist to volunteer. And to feed.

Reuben sits for his monthly donation. 

Expertly I tie, dab, poke, release.

“Leave some for the mosquitos, doc!” Reuben laughs, on cue. Sweet guy. 

I set two bags of syrupy, savory blood aside. One for transfusions. One for lunch. 

A drop of blood spills down his arm like caramel on a candied apple. 

My stomach growls. 

I don’t want to kill…

I can hear his heartbeat. 

It’s too much. 

“Reuben…” I say. “Unbutton your collar. Please.”“My… collar…?” he chuckles.

“I’m afraid I’m going to need a lot more blood today.”