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.

begged the hospital for the best neurologist, only to find out he was with Rupert, attending

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

and Sylvia lost

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

"Ah!"

"Don't come any closer!"

"Stay away! Stay away!"

hand! My hand

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

every cell of her being. She clutched the

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

drifted into a

at Sylvia's pale

have been severely triggered, unable to come to

trailed off, silence filled

made everyone unable to even breathe too