'It's not the flu, then wha...' he wasn't able to finish his thought when she mentioned taking blood. Carter couldn't help the little whimper than escaped. At least she Dr. Jones knew he didn't like needles.
"Okay." He knew he'd just have to suck it up. Normally he'd ask for his grandmother, but he didn't need her, he was fourteen and a rebel. Rebels weren't afraid of anything, especially something silly like a needle.