Rebirth Into My Second Chance

And Gabrielle would be arriving the next day.

Gabrielle would make a scene if Claude couldn't cover for me, which might drag Kate into this mess. So, to avoid involving Kate, he told Neil to bring me food, got me stuff, and even gave me a credit card with no limit to get me to reconsider and come home. It turned out that if you were a pushover in your past life, you were bound to be one in this life, too.

Walking down the street, I glanced at my hand, noticing the slight blistering. The soup Kate made was scalding, but fortunately, I only got a slight burn, managing to dodge the rest. It wasn't too serious. Just a few blisters that were a bit of an eyesore.

Before I knew it, I was back at the hospital, headed to the treatment room to get the blisters taken care of. Pushing the door open, I heard a sharp, "Who's there?"

I looked up to see a tanned back, muscles tense and exposed.

Ronald was squatting next to Max, working on his left side. He chilled out when he saw me and said, "Oh, it's your student. Ms. Floyd, can you shut the door, please?"

I shut the door and hid my hands behind my back. My eyes drifted to Max's left side. The wound was deep, soaked in blood, making me want to cry at the sight. "What happened to Dr. Hilton?"

"It's my fault. We were having dinner, and when I spotted a suspect, I went after him without thinking. Max got stabbed trying to save me." As Ronald prepared to disinfect and stitch up Max's wound, I took the surgical needle from him. "Let me do it," I said, unpacking a set of gloves.

the burn stung, but I got

your hand?" Max's face was pale from

up the anesthetic, "It won't be enough to numb

any internal organs. His regular workouts had paid off, the muscles absorbing most of the blow, resulting in

relief. Even so, the pain must have

time passed, and the additional anesthetic didn't arrive, I turned to

to be logged. Max said what we have is enough. He doesn't want anyone knowing he's

was

finish, Max's low but encouraging voice cut

up, I watched his expression closely.

his forehead,

collarbones, yet he bit down, not uttering

I catch him, I'll ensure he never sees

upset by the scene, Ronald punched the wall