The first try is to check whether cups work for Julia.
I cut my palm and let the blood flow down. I hate to admit it, but I have no clue about how to use a needle.
I only now realise that what the donors do with so much ease isn't easy at all. I wouldn't have hit a blood vessel on the first try. Maybe not even the second.
Humans avoid cuts because of the pain and the time they need to heal, but I don't have that problem.
As the first drops fall in the cup, I check out Julia's expression. She's observing, curious. Her eyes follow the blood, and she doesn't seem disgusted by the thought she'll have to drink it.
She's not thirsty either, even if we avoided sharing blood for a few days. However, she will carry on the experiments without second thoughts.
Her lips lean on the cup, and she takes a single sip.
«How do you feel?» Amadeus inquires. «Is it disgusting? Appealing? Is it soothing your thirst?»
