“I’m perfectly capable of doing it, Sandra. Give me the medicine,” Drew demands, making that motion with his hand once more. “I have orders from—” “I said it’s not necessary, Sandra!” Drew hisses, effectively cutting her off. “Give it to me.” She sniffs, turning to the side ever so slightly. Her movements are so quick that I nearly miss it, but I swear she switches out the bottle in her hand for another in the tray. “Here.” She thrusts the small glass vial at Drew, and I don’t miss the way he double-checks the label. “Thanks. I’ll see you later, Sandra.” The two exchange a conspiratorial look
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