Bright turned back to Emma, his expression marked by deep concern. "Hmm? You haven't been looking well lately. Maybe taking a few days off would help. I can arrange for Dr. Connie to come and see you."
Emma's hand reached out instinctively, grabbing Bright's arm as he started to move away. "Wait," she said softly, her voice filled with uncertainty.
She hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath, her resolve weakening. "It's just… I found something strange about my medication," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "I thought it was supposed to be something else."
Bright's concern deepened. "Let me see," he said gently, reaching out for the bottle.
Emma hesitated but then reluctantly handed it over, her fingers brushing against Bright's. She watched nervously as he examined the bottle.
