I'm pushing that ficlet down the page, so it doesn't sit there at the top all weekend. What can I post?

Blood donors. I'm going tonight - regularly go (when I remember). I'm not squeamish, and my dad's always gone... but the real reason I go is because I used to adore Robin Hood, when I was a kid, and it reminded me of Robin's death. See, he was betrayed by his Evil Cousin the Nun... I can't remember the exact details, but Robin is getting old, and feeling ill, so he goes to see Evil Cousin the Nun, who tells him he needs to have some blood drawn. So he lets her cut a hole in his arm, tie it so it'll bleed, and he lays on a couch with his arm over a bucket, and dozes off...

Meanwhile, Little John has somehow found out that the Evil Cousin is out to kill Robin. He battles his way into the abbey (fighting nuns all the way, presumably), and finds his way to Robin, who's too far gone by now, and on the brink of death. Sobbing, Little John holds Robin in his arms, and the outlaw leader weakly asks for his bow. With his dying breath, Robin looks out of the window, draws back the bow...

...and shoots the Sheriff of Nottingham again!



Okay, ignore that last part. But anyhow. 

Interestingly (to me), a friend of my mum was doing her PhD on blood donation - why people did it, etc. All these vampire fans... I wonder if my mum ever told her about my reason.