"No, wait! NO! Let me prepare myself for this!" My voice echoed throughout the whole hospital. I had even felt it wobbling, no kidding. I saw the liquid sprayed out from the syringe, time to face my worst nightmare - the injection. *shivers* It came closer, and closer, and closer to my neck. The needle was plunging into my skin. My tightening grip on my brother's wrist was leaving a red mark. OMN! OUCH!!!!!!!!!!! ("Don't be such a drama queen.") The needle poked into my skin and the liquid slowly entered my blood...

It was double the pain, 'cause you know what? I had to take on two injections. *nods head sadly* All of a sudden, I felt free. Feeling-less, nothing, nil. I felt numb. Ahhh... That's the best feeling in the universe. To let yourself get chopped up into many pieces without feeling anything. Oh, ahem. My brother cringed at his already swollen hand (sorry!) when I loosened my grip. I changed my mind. Time to hold mum's hand. ;]

My stupid sister was laughing(!!!) when she said, "AHAHAHA. This is just a mini-operation but our whole family is here to watch!" Hahaha, very funny. *rolls eyes* First, my dad cleaned my wound. Using a tweezer clamped with cotton, he rubbed my wound squeaky clean like he's scrubbing the floor. *smirks* It went on for some time and I started to relax. "Get me a knife, please." A nurse went scurrying away, finding for a scalpel.

A. Scalpel.

Oh, my neck. Was I about to get sliced opened?!

The nurse came running back instantly with the scalpel. Screw you, nurse! My dad took hold of the four-centimetre scalpel. Four centimetres. Cute, huh? That was just about enough to scare me. The scalpel was slicing, slicing, slicing. Sliced. My infectious lump broke apart immediately (according to my brother) and there was plenty of blood vessels and veins. It's even more gruesome than a horror movie. URGH!!!

Then, I saw my dad took out a tiny scoop (I don't know what's that called) to dig out the pus. DIG OUT. My brother kept me updated by telling me what my dad was doing. He was SCOOPING the pus out like you SCOOP up ice-cream. And he kept showing me the bloody pus. Eww, gross! With every scoop, my siblings cringed. Although I felt numb, seeing them made me feel a tinge of pain surging through my entire body.

The part where I hate the most is when everyone (nurses, doctors - yes, plural form, my family, patients, etc.) crowded around my hospital bed and watched me being dissected. MY SISTER WAS EVEN TAKING A PHOTO OF ME. Okay lah, I begged her to take one shot just to see how big the hole on my neck is. I'm a zoo animal. Great. While she took pictures of me, my dad posed for the camera too, pulling open my skin to reveal more of my flesh and blood. Literally.

Now, there's gauze taped on my wound to prevent more infection. The wound is an inch at length, a centimetre at width and 0.5 centimetres deep. It's sure to leave behind a scar, but I don't really mind. I think it's kinda cool that I have a gauze taped to my neck. Don't ask me 'cause I don't know why. A doctor at the reception said I had a vampire bite. Sounds cool. HAHAHA. Not that I'd really like one, though. *glances around nervously*