"Go on. Try again," he coaches. Speechlessly, I carefully hold his arm with my free hand, guiding the needle into a new spot. My stomach churns as I spot a new droplet of blood emerge from the pierced skin, staining his flesh maroon. Theo doesn't flinch or show any signs of discomfort and I pause, checking his face for guidance. "Is this okay?" "A little deeper," he points out, nodding when I push a little harder. "Now, go to the next spot."
