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.

burn stung, but I got the gloves on despite the

was pale from blood loss, a

I said, picking up the anesthetic, "It won't be enough to numb the area properly. It's going to hurt. We

Max's wound, deep but thankfully not damaging any internal organs. His regular workouts had paid off, the muscles absorbing most

relief. Even so, the pain must have been intense, yet

passed, and the additional anesthetic didn't arrive, I turned to Ronald and asked, "Why

anesthetic needs to be logged. Max said what we have is enough. He doesn't

was going to

Max's low but encouraging voice cut through, "It's

stitched Max up, I watched his expression closely. Sweat

his forehead, dripping

yet he bit down, not uttering

Scar Man! Once I catch him, I'll ensure he

by the scene, Ronald punched the wall in