Central Medical Center, Aminia.
Ethan extended a small paper bag toward Hazel, the medicine carefully packaged inside.
As he handed it over, his fingertips brushed inadvertently against the old scar on her wrist, and his voice softened with concern.
"Apply this twice a day, morning and evening," he said gently. "It'll help with the healing. Make sure you use it regularly, or you'll be left with scars."
Hazel accepted the bag with a solemn nod. "Thank you."
She had just turned to leave when Ethan called out after her.
He caught up quickly and held out a beautifully wrapped box of chocolates and a ripe red apple.
A warm smile spread across his face. "It's Christmas today," he said. "Merry Christmas."
He scratched the back of his head sheepishly, his tone carrying a cautious hope.
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