Bill’s Hilarious Request: Tells Bridget to Make Luna’s Blood Draw Extra Painful!

The Forrester mansion was buzzing with activity—a family gathering that promised both drama and celebration. In the midst of the elegant chaos, Luna Nozawa found herself nervously waiting in the upstairs study, wringing her hands as she anticipated the upcoming blood draw. It wasn’t just any routine procedure; it was a critical step in unraveling a mystery that had shaken the Forrester family to its core.

Downstairs, Bridget Forrester—doctor, daughter, and trusted family confidante—was prepping her medical kit. She was calm and collected, her years of experience evident in her precise movements. But as she made her way up the grand staircase, she was intercepted by Bill Spencer, whose reputation for drama and sharp wit was almost as legendary as his business acumen.

Bill, never one to miss an opportunity for theatrics, flashed Bridget a mischievous grin. “Hey, Bridget,” he called out, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Do me a favor, will you? When you draw Luna’s blood, make it as painful as possible. She deserves a little payback, don’t you think?”

Bridget paused, arching an eyebrow at Bill’s request. She knew he was joking—mostly. The tension between Bill and Luna had been simmering ever since Luna’s secret had come to light, threatening to upend the delicate balance within the family. But Bridget couldn’t help but laugh at Bill’s audacity.

“Bill, I’m a doctor, not a medieval torturer,” she replied with a smirk. “Besides, Luna’s nervous enough already.”

Bill waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, come on, Bridget! Just a little pinch. For me?”

Bridget shook her head, chuckling as she continued up the stairs. Bill’s antics were notorious, but underneath his bravado was a genuine concern for the family. He just had a unique way of showing it.

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The Tension Builds

Luna sat on the edge of an antique chair, her eyes darting to the door every few seconds. She’d always been brave, but the thought of needles made her stomach twist in knots. The stakes were high—the blood test would confirm or dispel rumors swirling around her lineage, and the results could change everything.

As Bridget entered, Luna tried to steady her breathing. “Is it going to hurt?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Bridget smiled reassuringly, setting her kit on the desk. “It’ll be quick, I promise. Just a little pinch.”

Luna winced at the word “pinch,” remembering Bill’s earlier glare from across the dinner table. “Was Bill serious about… making it hurt?”

Bridget laughed softly. “Bill’s just being Bill. He thinks he’s funny. Don’t worry—I’ll be gentle.”

Bill’s Comedy Routine

Meanwhile, Bill lingered outside the study, pacing back and forth. He couldn’t resist the urge to entertain himself—and anyone else within earshot. He peeked through the crack in the door, catching Luna’s anxious expression.

“Hey, Luna!” he called, feigning concern. “You know, Bridget’s got a reputation. Last time she drew my blood, I thought she was auditioning for a horror movie.”

Luna’s eyes widened, and Bridget shot Bill a warning look. “Bill, you’re not helping.”

Bill shrugged, grinning. “I’m just trying to lighten the mood. Blood draws are serious business!”

Luna managed a nervous laugh, her tension easing slightly in the face of Bill’s ridiculousness. Bridget rolled her eyes, focusing on her patient.

The Blood Draw

Bridget donned her gloves, cleaned Luna’s arm, and prepared the needle. Luna squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for pain. Bill, ever the showman, leaned against the doorframe, narrating the scene like a sports commentator.

“And here we go, folks! Bridget Forrester, world-renowned doctor, about to perform the most dramatic blood draw in Forrester history! Will Luna survive? Will Bridget show mercy? Stay tuned!”

Bridget couldn’t suppress a grin. “Bill, if you don’t quiet down, I’m drawing your blood next.”

Luna giggled despite herself, grateful for the distraction. Bridget expertly inserted the needle—quick, efficient, and nearly painless.

“That’s it?” Luna asked, surprised.

Bridget nodded. “All done. See? Nothing to worry about.”

Bill clapped his hands dramatically. “Bravo! Luna, you’re a survivor. Bridget, you missed your chance to make it memorable.”

Bridget shook her head, disposing of the needle. “Medicine isn’t about payback, Bill. It’s about helping people—even the ones who drive us crazy.”

Aftermath and Revelations

With the blood draw complete, Luna felt a wave of relief wash over her. Bill sauntered into the room, offering a mock bow. “Congratulations, Luna. You’ve passed the test. Now, let’s see if your DNA has any surprises for us.”

Luna smiled, her nerves replaced by curiosity. “Thanks, Bill. For… whatever that was.”

Bill winked. “Anytime. Just remember, next time you cross me, I’ll request Bridget’s ‘special technique.’”

Bridget packed up her kit, grateful the ordeal was over. She knew the results of Luna’s blood test would have far-reaching consequences for the family, but for now, she was content to enjoy the lighter side of the drama.

Family Bonds

As the evening wore on, the Forrester mansion buzzed with speculation. Everyone wanted to know what Luna’s test would reveal. Bill recounted his “heroic” role in the blood draw, embellishing the story for anyone who would listen.

“I told Bridget to make it hurt,” he declared to a crowd in the living room. “But she’s too soft. Luna barely flinched!”

Katie Logan rolled her eyes. “Bill, you’re impossible.”

Ridge Forrester chimed in. “Maybe next time, we’ll let you draw the blood, Bill. See how tough you really are.”

Bill grinned, raising his glass. “I’m just here to keep things interesting.”

Luna, meanwhile, found herself surrounded by supportive family members. The ordeal had brought them closer, and Bill’s antics had provided much-needed comic relief. Even the most serious Forrester drama couldn’t withstand the force of Bill’s humor.

The Results

Days later, Bridget called Luna and Bill into her office. The atmosphere was tense—everyone knew the results would be life-changing. Bridget handed Luna the envelope, her expression serious.

Luna opened it, her hands trembling. Bill watched, his usual bravado replaced by genuine concern.

The results were clear. Luna was, indeed, a Forrester—her bloodline confirmed beyond a doubt. The family erupted in celebration, but Bill couldn’t resist one last jab.

“Well, Luna, you survived the blood draw and the family drama. Welcome to the club.”

Luna smiled, tears in her eyes. “Thanks, Bill. For everything—even your jokes.”

Bridget hugged Luna, grateful for the happy ending. Bill, ever the entertainer, raised his glass once more.

“To family, to new beginnings, and to painless blood draws!”

Epilogue

The story of Luna’s blood draw became legendary within the Forrester household. Bill’s request for extra pain was retold at every gathering, always met with laughter and eye rolls. Bridget’s gentle touch and Bill’s comedic flair had turned a tense moment into a cherished memory.

For Luna, the experience was more than just a medical test—it was a rite of passage, a moment that bonded her to a family she’d fought so hard to be part of. And for Bill, it was another opportunity to remind everyone that, in the world of the Forresters, laughter was just as important as love.