Soft, muffled beeping from nearby machines filtered through the air, a constant reminder of life threadbare and persisting within these walls.
Faint fluorescent lights overhead cast an eerie glow along the white-tiled floors and cream-colored walls, further emphasizing the stark atmosphere.
Liz approached him without any hesitation. Her firm footsteps echoed e cold, hard floor, instantly drawing Ethan's attention to her presence.
Upon hearing her, Ethan looked up from the paper, his gaze falling upon Liz's visibly swollen and reddened eyes, as well as the lingering tear tracks that marred her otherwise flawless complexion.
"Are you ready?" he inquired gently, concern lacing his words.
Liz nodded with unwavering conviction. "Yes, Doctor."
Ethan swiftly organized the scattered documents in full view on his lap. Spotting an empty seat next to him, he beckoned Liz to sit, preparing to hand over a treasure trove of information.
