Was taking blood from a patient. Very pleasant middle-aged man, telling me about his work (skilled craftsman). Once I’d finished taking blood the safety mechanism on the needle failed and I stuck myself with the needle I’d just used to bleed him. I told him it had happened and explained someone would need to come in and ask him some questions, take a couple extra samples as a result. He agreed.
Then he said “With a bit of luck you’ve got some of my blood. I’ve figured out a cocktail that makes me immortal, so maybe you’re now immortal as well from my blood”.
Then he said “With a bit of luck you’ve got some of my blood. I’ve figured out a cocktail that makes me immortal, so maybe you’re now immortal as well from my blood”.