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.

hospital for the best neurologist, only to find out he was

Rupert, pleading for help, only to be dismissed with, "Sylvia, can you stop overreacting every time Bridget sneezes? Don't you get tired

Rupert hung up, and Sylvia lost

with the memories from her past

"Ah!"

"Don't come any closer!"

"Stay away! Stay away!"

hand! My

emotions collapsed in an instant; she couldn't differentiate between her past and

profound, indescribable sorrow filled every cell of her being. She clutched the blanket tightly, her body

body was out of her control, rebelling against anyone's touch. To prevent

into a calm

at Sylvia's pale face,

to have been severely triggered, unable

off, silence

everyone unable to