The most surprising thing was that she was cold to the touch.
Dark as unpolished onyx, she loomed over me, her features seeming to harden even further as she scrutinized me. I placed her at over 40 cycles, but with her kind, it's hard to tell.
She flitted gracelessly to the counter, rummaging through her supplies. Returning with what she needed, she began buzzing her instructions at me. And when her chitinous flesh came into contact with the skin on my forearm, the most surprising thing was that it was cold.
Sticking in the needle and drawing the blood only took about five seconds. She was good at her job, I'll give her that.
But she was cold.
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