Searching for the room
Emma knew what she was doing was wrong, even calling it in her head a small “feline crime,” sneaky and forbidden. Still, determination carried her feet forward. The 52-year-old nurse hurried through the hospital’s corridors, ignoring surprised glances from coworkers who wondered why she had returned so late. The building felt endless, but she eventually arrived at her goal: the secure room where blood samples were kept in storage, catalogued and ready for further testing.
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