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Why Thousands of Low-Income Americans "Donate" Their Blood Plasma to For-Profit Centers
The U.S. supplies 94 percent of the world's paid plasma.
By ABC News

Every day in cities across the country, tens of thousands of people wait in line to have a needle put in their arms for up to two hours.

Instead of donating their blood plasma, these people receive payments for the time it takes to give their plasma – the clear, straw-colored liquid part of the blood that contains special proteins – to for-profit companies. The companies purify the plasma, turning it into life-saving drugs for immune disorders and other drugs, including those used in cancer and transplant patients.

“I donate specifically for the money because I work a minimum wage job. I work as a cashier and a stocker. I used to work as a repair technician for 14 bucks an hour, so I’m used to more than what I’m getting,” David, who donates his plasma, said.

In the U.S., most people technically donate their plasma but are paid for their time doing that.

The U.S. supplies 94 percent of the paid plasma used around the world. And nearly 80 percent of the plasma centers in the U.S. are located in America’s poorer neighborhoods.

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Straw hat pirates Genderbend :))))))

This is only the base colors and it still took me forever
So the laziness that is my nature is telling me I shouldn’t color it for real

It’s Over (Suga, angst)

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Finale

This was nice to write, I think I want to make a part 2. 

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You smiled, watching as Yoongi ordered a simple smoothie. He got strawberry, which matched his hair.

“Who order’s strawberry smoothies above the age of 7?” You wondered, watching him mix it around with his multi-colored straw.

“Listen, (Y/N), I need to tell you something.” He was serious, which made you feel nervous. Nodding, you leaned back into your seat, dropping both hands into your lap.

“Okay, hit me.” You offered, trying to make the atmosphere lighter. He laughed, scratching the back of his neck.

“I’m getting married.” He mimicked you, dropping his hands into his lap. You felt your face fall, but quickly smiled to hide your disappointment. The smile was so fake, but Yoongi didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he didn’t care. You couldn’t tell, but either was fine. Your chest hurt, which made it worse.

“Is that the reason you called me for smoothies?” You asked, voice cracking. Trying to cover it up as a dry throat, you coughed. Again, Yoongi didn’t notice.

“Not the only reason. Can’t I hang out with my best friend?” You hated it. Being called his best friend hurt you beyond words. Why did it feel like you were being strangled? Words wouldn’t come out of your mouth. Your face felt cold, and you wondered if he could tell you were having a mental break down.

“No,” you answered, focusing your gaze past him. There was no way you could look at his happy face without bursting into tears. You couldn’t do this to him, not when you were too afraid to confess your feelings. “Won’t your fiance get mad?”

“Why? She know’s you’re just a friend.” Just a friend. Your chest was clenching worse, to the point you thought you were about to explode. How could this be happening? You licked your dry lips, clasping your hands so tightly your knuckles were white.

Yoongi pulled out his phone very suddenly, turning it to show you something. It was a ring, a beautiful ring. One you felt so envious over. It was on her finger, not yours. The way it hit the light made it shimmer. You looked away from it, and Yoongi turned his phone off again.

“Isn’t it nice? I asked her mom to come along and help because their tastes are really similar. She had no idea I was going to propose!”

Nodding stiffly, you picked up your bag. Just leave. Make up an excuse that’ll work. You couldn’t bring yourself to leave, so you let your bag drop back down to the floor.

“You’ll come, right? To the wedding? What am I saying, of course you’ll go.”

“Of course I’ll go.” You tried to mimic his happiness, failing sadly. How Yoongi didn’t realize it already was sad, you thought he knew you better.

“I’m really happy, I want you guys to be friends.”

“You shouldn’t ask that of someone who loves you.” You began, looking up at his shocked expression. Shit. Make some sort of lighthearted excuse up. “I just, I mean…she probably won’t like me. Isn’t it annoying, being forced into friendship?”

“You’re so much like me.” He groaned, covering his face. “There’s no way she wouldn’t love you as much as I do.”

“What?” You asked, eyes scouring his face. Yoongi looked confused, he smiled at you with brows furrowed.

“She’s practically your sister in law.” He joked, leaning across the table to tap your elbow playfully. You flinched away from him, making his lean back into his chair.

“Are you okay? You look pale.”

“I’m pale to begin with.” You shot back, trying to breathe evenly. These mixed words were making you hurt even worse. You’d met his fiance so many times. You thought it was just a half ass thing, like it always was. They would break up, you hoped. After two years together, you still hoped they would break up. They looked so good together, but you didn’t want to admit it. Instead of you and him together, it was them.

“I know, but you look like you’re about to be sick.” He was concerned, and you stood up.

“You’re right, I need to leave.” You picked up your purse, and Yoongi stood up. The table shook by how fast he stood up, sending an awful ringing noise through the little cafe you were in. You began to turn away, walking towards the exit.

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