Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

The days passed by without any turbulence.

Twice each day-once in the morning and once at night-Briar and another nurse rotated shifts to take Jameson's medications to him and give him his shots.

Each time, Jameson would have his primary physician conduct routine checks on his medication. Even so, the results were identical each time.

There were no problems with the medications.

Before they realized it, it was the day before Jameson's birthday.

ease the tension between Jameson and Amber, Carl set off

was heavily guarded from the

his room as he read under the soft

said, "Mr. Schmidt, it's tfor your medications." "Okay." Jameson seemed to be in

her face. However, the look in her eyes was as sharp

hadn't suffered such brutal treatment,

see that you're smiling today, Mr. Schmidt.

up as the corners of his lips curled upward in joy. He continued, "Because it's my birthday tomorrow." "Oh! Really? Happy birthday to you in advance, then!" "Thank you, Ms. Thompson. I appreciate your efforts during this time." "No worries. It's my privilege to be able to care for you, Mr. Schmidt." Briar placed her tray at the side of his bed. She picked up one of the syringes, and asked, "Shall I help you with your shot today? Do you feed

kept you waiting, Mr. Schmidt!" "It looks like something good has happened?" Jameson asked with a slight smile on his