12:30 p.m.- The doors open with automatic ease as "Your Protector" by Fleet Foxes pours into the scene. The robust harmonies synchronize with the rhythm of footsteps down the corridor. A boy in a wheel chair rolls past.
12:35 p.m.- "Blood Bank" is written in black across the top of the door. The waiting room is lined with padded chairs. Three men sit in a row under a painting of a ship. "Deep Blue Sea" by Grizzly Bear ripples in as medical history is filled out. The reverb guitar plays softly as a flourescent light burns out.
12:45 p.m.- The nurse walks ahead with a yellow clipboard in her hand. "We haven't had many donors this week," she quietly announces. The calm and striking violin of "Cold Summer" by Seabear plays while the nurse sits and pulls antiseptic out of a drawer.
12:50 p.m.- A thin needle punctures the cubital vein. The sting of the needle is surprisingly sharp. Droplets of blood fill a plastic bag next to the bed. Like tiny red rubies, the drops glisten as they fall. The heavy piano of "Tornado" by Jonsi begins as the nurse offers a compassionate smile.
1:30 p.m.- The blood is labeled "AB-" and stored in a clear plastic beaker. The chilling and hopeful "Timshel" by Mumford and Sons streams in. A yellow band-aid is placed over the punctured wound. Marcus Mumford's strong and soothing voice sings, "death is at your doorstep. And it will steal your innocence, but it will not steal your substance. But you are not alone in this. And you are not alone in this..."
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