Don't have much choice

" I dont really have a choice" she said. She started shaking she know the process of a blood draw. She hated needles. She had been pocked and proved merely every day sense she had been born.

" it it was hurts" she whimpered tears streaming her face and her breathing picked up spread as if she might hyperventilate. " Why why do you do this to us" she said after a few moments.