The half full cup (Read this one second)

You can see the anxiety on her face. She is dressed in comfortable clothes looking like she has done this before. She checks herself in, gets her wrist band and has a seat in the small waiting room. The nurse opens the door and calls, "Chelsee?" and waits until Chelsee gets up and slowly walks across the room. The nurse brings Chelsee into a small side room and takes her vitals and asks a bunch of medical history questions; "Do you have kidney problems?" "No" "Do you have a history of heart conditions?" "No" etc. The nurse then produces a cup and Chelsee gets an expression on her face of just pure humor. Chelsee takes the cup and disappears into the bathroom and reappears a few minutes later and passes the now half full cup off to the nurse.
She sat herself down into a chair and just observed. All the coordinated madness captivated as well as mesmerized her. A different bubbly nurse walked up to her with all the necessary supplies to start an IV on Chelsee. She turned slightly pale at the sight of the supplies. "Um,  I think I should tell you that I have a severe anxiety of needles. They really freak me out.""Oh don't worry, I do these all the time!"
All you can hear is the smacking of a glove against skin as the nurse searches for a good vein on her to start an IV. A single tear rolls down her faces as the nurse inserts the needle into her hand. That's all that escaped her eyes. She sat there quietly and looked like she was doing fantastic. The time came around for her to walk into the procedure room. Chelsee slowly walks from the chair into the room where all the tears just explode from her face. She breaks down into hysterics and the only way she was calmed down was when the anesthesiologist pumped anesthesia into her IV. Calmness followed.