He demonstrated, squeezing Mike's finger till the blood flowed. 他还在示范着，挤压着迈克的手指直到血流出来为止。

I swallowed convulsively, my stomach heaving. 我全身痉挛地吞咽着，胃里一阵沉重。

"And then apply it to the card," he finished, holding up the dripping red card for us to see. “然后把涂敷器抹到卡片上。”他完成了，把那张四角都染红了的卡片举起来给我们看。

I closed my eyes, trying to hear through the ringing in my ears. 我闭上眼睛，试图无视耳中的嗡嗡声，继续听课。

"The Red Cross is having a blood drive in Port Angeles next weekend, so I thought you should all know your blood type." “下个周末红十字会有一辆义务献血车会开到天使港去，所以我觉得有必要让你们都知道一下自己的血型。”

He sounded proud of himself. 他听起来很自豪。

"Those of you who aren't eighteen yet will need a parent's permission—I have slips at my desk." “你们中未满十八岁的人需要有家长的书面同意——相关表格在我的桌子上。”

He continued through the room with his water drops. 他拿着滴管，继续在教室里走来走去。

I put my cheek against the cool black tabletop and tried to hold on to my consciousness. 我把脸贴在凉凉的黑色桌板上，试图让自己保持神志清醒。

All around me I could hear squeals, complaints, and giggles as my classmates skewered their fingers. 在我的周围，我的同学们开始扎自己的手指，我听到了一阵阵的尖叫声，抱怨声和傻笑声。

I breathed slowly in and out through my mouth. 我开始用嘴呼吸，艰难地吸气，呼气。

"Bella, are you all right?" Mr. Banner asked. His voice was close to my head, and it sounded alarmed. “贝拉，你还好吧？”班纳老师问道。他的声音离我的头很近，听起来有些惊慌失措。

"I already know my blood type, Mr. Banner," I said in a weak voice. I was afraid to raise my head. “我已经知道自己的血型了，班纳老师。”我虚弱地说道。我实在不敢抬起头。

"Are you feeling faint?" “你是不是觉得头晕？”

"Yes, sir," I muttered, internally kicking myself for not ditching when I had the chance. “是的，先生。”我含糊地说着，在心里踢了自己一脚，以免自己一有机会就放松警惕，任由自己坠入昏迷中。

"Can someone take Bella to the nurse, please?" he called. “有谁能带贝拉去医务室吗？”他喊道。

I didn't have to look up to know that it would be Mike who volunteered. 我不必抬头也能知道，那个自告奋勇的家伙一定是迈克。