After my blood was taken and I sat for some time I was brought back to a small room with a few chairs and waited. My head was swirling. Feelings of panic as the all that I was. And the bells would go off.
Doom factor engaged. Peril overload.
It was a risky operation.
And another bell. Some omnipotent tone to deafen/deaden, me. Game on and I am going down to my resting place.