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Show "It's not that bad," he said. "The worst part is the waiting. Here, hold my hand." They stretched their arms toward each other, through the open air between the cots, but they were too far apart to touch. After a while the man in white came and stood between them. He was smiling. "You're a couple, aren't you?" he said. His eyes bounced back and forth between them but finally came to rest on the woman. Then he stepped closer to her cot. He picked up her folder which rested on her stomach. "First time, huh?" he said, glancing in it. She nodded. He put the folder back down and began to fool with her plastic bag and tubing. His smile would not go away. He hung an empty blood bag from a hook at the side of her cot and it immediately fell halfway to the floor on its tubing, out of her view. The other tubing he uncoiled and spread out on the cot beside her. "We don't get many couples," he said. The loose tubing was in the shape of a "Y". One end he connected to the empty bag. The other end he connected to the bottle of clear fluid which hung from a metal stand above the cot. The third end he laid across her arm. "This end is for you," he said. She made a painful face. "For that matter," he said, "we don't get many women." There |