The nurse didn’t hesitate.
She moved quickly to the cart, her hands steady but her face tense in a way that told me this was no longer routine. She picked up the small bottle Noah had pointed to, holding it up to the light. For a moment, no one spoke.
Then she frowned.
“This isn’t right,” she murmured.
The doctor …
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