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He lay on the hospital bed, a nurse at his side.  He had just been there for a few moments and steps were being taken to get him settled in.  It was time to draw blood.  That was the duty of the nurse who searched for a suitable vein to stick.

He head was to the side away from the procedure so that he wouldn’t have to see the needle being inserted.  He didn’t mind the pain.  It was fleeting and as nothing compared to everything else.  He didn’t mind seeing the blood flowing into the collection vials.  In fact, watching the blood fill the little glass tubes fascinated him.  No.  He just didn’t like to see the needle going in.  It was the anticipation of the “stick” that he didn’t like.  So, he kept his head turned.

The room was semi-dark.  There was enough light for the nurse to do her duty, but that was all — dim and behind his head.  He softly sang to himself.

I see a little silhouetto of a man

The nurse laughed. “I’ve never had anyone serenade Queen to me before.”  He could tell from her voice that she was not humoring him.  “I’ll have this on my mind the rest of the shift. How cool!  You’re going to feel a little prick now.”

The needle went in.

Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango

She joined him on the next and subsequent lines.

Thunderbolt and lightning – very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro – magnifico

The needle was withdrawn.

He turned to see her smiling warmly at him.

“All done?” He asked.

“All done,” she answered.  “and thanks.  I’ll see you in a few hours even if you don’t see me.”

He grinned and she left.  He settled in to go to sleep.  In spite of the circumstances, he felt good.  One of the things for which he lived was to make people smile, laugh, and feel happy and he seemed to have done all that in less than conducive surroundings and quite by accident.