A nurse came in and efficiently drew blood from the veined valley of Jack's arm.

Each nurse also drew her own conclusion about whether my mother was in pain, or enough pain to justify medication.

Anyway, this other nurse, a real old-timer, finally came by and drew the blood.

I could have kissed her, and I nearly did, but the young nurse drew back in outrage.

The nurse put a tourniquet on my arm and drew blood.

The nurse drew a sleeve down Rosemary's arm, squeezed her hand, and moved to the foot of the bed.

The nurse drew in her breath as though she were going to say something.

The nurse drew nearer, handling the baby with the ease and comfort of someone who had done this a thousand times.

When nurses draw blood, some patients want the laboratory to return it so the blood can be put back in their veins.

One sharp needle and a nurse had drawn blood.