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“Can I have those?” Doctor Ramirez asked again. He’s looking at the paper bag I am holding. It’s the third time he is asking for them since he came. I hid the paper bag at my back. I don’t know why he wanted the bandages and towels with dried blood stains. “Those things should be burned,” Doctor Ramirez added. “May I know the reason?” Kiefer asked. “Why do you keep asking those things?” Doctor Ramirez chuckled. “I told you, I will burn them.” “Andy why would you do that?” I asked, frowning. “If you are worried about the blood stains, I can just wash them.” Doctor Ramirez sighed. “It’s not about the stains.” “Or it is about something illegal or something that is against the laws?” Kiefer came in between us. “What?” Doctor Ramirez laughed real hard. “What are you implying now, Mr.