This story is from Banana. It is one of my most favorite stories ever. Enjoy!
When I was in college, I passed by the institute building one day during finals week. There were, understandably, very few people there. They were having an impromptu blood drive. I had never given blood before, and there was always a LONG line other times, so I decided to make it my first time giving blood. It was going well. I was kind of nervous, but everyone was reassuring. The phlebotomist (I'll call him Ryan) who took my blood was really nice, and he even once lived in Cedar. We got talking and found out we had many similar acquaintances. We had mutual friends. He was in the same major classes as my brother. I knew his wife. The blood was flowing... slowly. Finally, the time came to pull out the last three vials. The sight of my blood bubbling was making me a little light-headed. I hadn't had a big breakfast. I lost consciousness.
When I came to, I didn't know where I was. There was a strange woman talking to me. It started to come back. It turns out that I passed out right at the end of the donation. Ryan was monitoring two of us at the same time, and the other person was done and needed his attention right when I passed out. Another phlebotomist came to help, and it was her voice I woke up to. After a minute, Ryan came back to check on me and let me use his cell phone to call for a ride. It was then that I realized that I had wet my pants when I passed out. Ryan cleaned up the puddle on the floor. Dub came to get me. I went home, and I never saw Ryan again.