The sharp, sterile smell of antiseptic hit Aira the moment she pushed through the double doors of the City General Hospital. It was a world away from the dark, expensive cologne and cigarette smoke that had suffocated her for the past month.
She practically ran to the cardiology wing, her fingers clutching her bag where the check was safely tucked away.
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