The Crimson Script
Language: en
It was the first day of freshman health screenings at Clearwater University, and the air in the clinic was thick with the scent of antiseptic and nervous energy. I had already seen a dozen girls with the exact same shade of shimmering pink on their nails. They giggled as they reached out for me to sign their forms. "Dr. Bennett, does this color make my hands look pale? I think it’s so flattering, right?" I reached for my stamp, my pen hovering over the paper, when a jagged line of blood-red text suddenly flickered across my vision, bleeding into the white space of the medical form. [DON’T…