In the exam room, he tied the tourniquet quickly and gently. “Okay, deep breath.” The needle went in clean. She barely flinched. “Nice,” he said. “You’re better than half the doctors who sit in that chair.”
“High pain tolerance,” she said. “Comes with the territory.” He finished labeling the vial and glanced at her again. “Aiden,” he said, tapping his badge. “In case anyone asks who stabbed you today.” She gave a dry smile. “I’ll put in a good word.”