The sterile lab was a disquieting place, filled with buzzing machines and the faint scent of antiseptic. Beeping monitors echo in the background, their rhythmic pulses underscoring the gravity of the situation. Lauren had a tenacious expression, and Elliot walked beside her, his face etched with persecution.
Lauren's eyes darted nervously between the rows of white curtains, behind which patients lay in various states of healing. The room was bathed in a clinical glow, casting stark shadows across the floor. They reach a curtained-off area marked "ICU," their footsteps muffled by the linoleum floor.
Lauren looked down at her hands, guilt weighing heavily on her. "I should have protected him. Vittoria poisoned him, and I couldn't save him in time. Now he's suffering because of me."
