closer_to_the_heart raze she clipped the cuff to the bare flesh above his elbow and pumped it full of air, breaking the flow of blood to the brachial boulevard. "is there a reason you're using that arm?" he asked. "it's closer to the machine," she said. "every time anyone's taken my blood pressure before, they've always gone for the left arm." "that's because it's closer to the heart. more accurate." he waited to be told what he already knew, wondering how far the numbers she named might be from the true force of the fuel that fed the avenues and arteries that made his body move. 260603 what's it to you? who go blather from