Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 41

When Sylvia woke up again, she found herself in a hospital bed, her eyes moving but her mind still foggy. She could hear a conversation happening right beside her.

"How is she doing?"

The voice was low and familiar, yet carried an undertone of danger.

"Mr. Garcia, she's going to be just fine, I stake my career on it. Her hand will heal as if nothing ever happened."

Hand?

That word jolted Sylvia into a more alert state, her half-closed eyes focusing on the name tag pinned on the white coat by her bedside. Chief of Neurology, Clive. So familiar the name, she remembered it.

In her past life, Bridget had cut her hand while cooking, and Rupert, worried sick, had the best neurologist in town, Dr. Clive, rushed over to take care of Bridget's wound.

That very day, Sylvia had gotten a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to redesign a set of vintage jewelry but ended up having her hand nerves severed by a mugger in a freak accident.

to find out he was with Rupert, attending

only to be dismissed with, "Sylvia, can you stop overreacting every

that, Rupert hung up, and Sylvia lost all

her merged with the memories from her past life. And standing by him was the very source of

"Ah!"

"Don't come any closer!"

"Stay away! Stay away!"

hand! My hand

an instant; she couldn't differentiate between her past

filled every cell of her being. She clutched the blanket tightly,

the attending doctor, and nurses tried to restrain Sylvia, who fought them off as if her body was out of her control, rebelling against anyone's touch. To prevent further injury, they had

Sylvia drifted into a

Sylvia's pale face,

been severely

off, silence

made everyone unable to even breathe too loudly around