The vibrant, handmade bracelets on their wrists seemed to mock him with their innocence and colorfulness
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Meanwhile, behind the pretense of a medical procedure, Ethan carefully concealed the partially filled blood bag with a well-worn storybook.
It was a classic tale that had been read aloud countless times to children in the ward.
The book acted as a clever cover for his unsavory actions, camouflaging his dark intentions under the guise of reading a soothing bedtime story.
As he began to flip through the book's pages, he could feel Liz's concerned gaze upon him.
The air in the room was thick with unspoken questions, a tension that seemed to hang between them, like a veil hiding the truth that Ethan desperately wanted to keep concealed.
Ethan cleared his throat. "I need to take a blood sample for further examination while reading a story as usual," he said.
