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Departure After the Second Exit

After passing through the second exit, the woman met someone. A man in a charcoal suit, standing beside a black vehicle, leaned slightly toward her.
 “Have you met him?” he asked while opening the car door, his eyes avoiding hers.

“I did.” Her voice was flat, emotionless, but her clenched jaw betrayed the turmoil beneath.
 “Let him stay there a while longer,” she added while stepping into the car. “Let him be an example.”

The man only nodded in silence, closing the car door softly behind her as if not to disturb the thoughts swirling in her mind.

Just as the engine started, a guard sprinted toward the vehicle, his face pale and eyes wide. He knocked on the tinted window, breathless.
 “Madam! You need to return the item,” he said, gasping.

The woman lowered the window halfway. “I’m not returning it,” she replied firmly.

“But, madam — without returning the serum vial, you may not be granted visiting rights again.” The guard’s voice cracked. “This was part of the agreement.”

She looked at him for a moment   long enough to make him uncomfortable. “Then I will not visit again,” she said coldly, her voice cutting like glass.

As the window rolled up, her eyes disappeared behind dark sunglasses. The car began to move. The guard stood frozen, watching the vehicle retreat through the hospital gates. His hands trembled. He pulled out a small notepad, writing furiously.

Inside the car, silence stretched between the woman and the driver. The buildings blurred outside, yet her thoughts remained fixed on the man lying in his hallucinations inside the facility. Her final memory of him   laughing on her shoulder, disconnected from reality  kept replaying in her mind.

Back at the hospital, the nurse who had handed her the second serum entered a restricted hallway, locking the door behind her. She stared at a set of patient folders  one was missing.

In a private surveillance room, a frame was frozen. The woman could be seen putting something into her coat pocket. The item was unmarked. A red alert light began flashing silently in the corner of the screen.

As the car disappeared into the city, the voice over the hospital speaker echoed once more:

“Visiting hour ends.”

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