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.

to ease the tension between Jameson and Amber, Carl set off for the gallery to retrieve Amber's

heavily guarded

had a bedside lamp on in his

on the door and walked in. In a gentle voice, she said, "Mr. Schmidt, it's tfor your medications." "Okay." Jameson seemed

smile on her face. However, the look in her eyes

her brother hadn't suffered

see that you're smiling today, Mr. Schmidt. Did something good happen?" Briar asked

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 Dr. Parris to cover for a quick check?" "No need. Just leave it here. My secretary will handle it when he gets back." Jameson directed his

waiting, Mr.