"I hope it didn't hurt, Miss Emilia," a nurse said as she slowly pulled the blood out through a syringe from Emilia's hand before collecting the blood in a small tube while smiling and inquiring.
"No, it's fine," Emilia shook her head, applying pressure with a cotton ball to her hand where the needle had just been inserted. She then turned to face her mother as the nurse approached to take her blood sample as well.
"Sir Damien, do you need anything else?" As the nurse collected the blood samples, the doctor, glancing at Damien, was by a table where he was disinfecting and cleaning the silver needles he had requested. He used alcohol and other cleaning solutions typically found in hospitals.
"No, you both may leave," Damien replied in a calm tone, clearly showing his intention of not having anyone inside the room except Emilia when he applied the treatment.
