Dealing with smart people really is easier.
I still don't know what kind of freak Charlotte is, or where she crawled out from.
Only after dying once do you realize—you can't stop some people from chasing their own destruction.
So I can only keep my distance. That way, when the blood splatters, it won't hit me.
Just as I was about to leave, glass shattered near the lab window.
Then came Charlotte's exaggerated yelp. "Sorry! Little Lamb didn't mean to, okay!"
I sighed, got up, and walked over.
Charlotte stood frozen beside a puddle of dark red liquid. Shattered test tubes lay scattered across the floor.
Her tattooed childhood friend had his arm around her shoulders. "It's fine, Charlotte. Just a few bottles of blood."
The moment she saw me, Charlotte's eyes reddened. "Head Nurse, I just wanted to help deliver the samples..."
I looked at her, expressionless. "This blood was just drawn from a patient. It needs to be disinfected and handled immediately."
Raymond glared at me. "It's just a broken bottle. Do you have to be this nitpicky? You've scared Charlotte to tears!"