Rebirth Into My Second Chance

He had this faint scent of sandalwood about him, probably because of the scented candles he kept lit in his office all year round. It seemed his shirts were all that aroma. It was like when I went home in my jacket, which was so overwhelmed with the smell of alcohol that I didn't catch the sandalwood scent.

His voice was cold and alert, "What are you doing?"

I pursed my lips, surprised by his vigilance even while injured and possibly concussed. I couldn't help but wonder, 'Is he just a doctor, or is there more to him? Those muscles weren't just for show. It seemed Max had maintained them through regular, intense workouts. "I just wanted to check if your wound was bleeding." I lied to him with a stern face, and Max finally let go of my hand. I stood up, my face flushing to my ears.

"Dr. Hilton, how are you feeling now? Are you in pain?" As a doctor, I quickly regained my composure and asked Max as I would any patient.

"I'm fine." As he spoke, he abruptly pulled out his IV and tossed it aside. "I'm okay. You can go now."

I scratched my head, knowing as a fellow doctor and my mentor, if he didn't want the IV, there wasn't much I could say.

But given his condition, if I left, and he fainted from low blood pressure or his wound reopened, I would be fully responsible. Given the amount of blood he lost, he needed a transfusion.

I said, "How about I stay here with you? If you get hungry, I can order some takeout."

his eyelids to look at me, his lips parting slightly

"Then I'll wait

company on anyone, and I didn't know Max well yet. But, aside from

office as a woman. It could lead

a nurse knocked, saying, "Dr. Floyd, are you there? Dr. Hilton called, asking you to go to his office and review

I hastened to Max's office. Just a moment ago, he had sent

the door, I heard him on the

my entrance. After hanging up, he turned to me. "Moving around just now might

silhouette

on the phone,

should have been more careful. Most people with abdominal injuries at least

stood straight.

doubt your professionalism. You're standing as rigid as a tower. Of course, your wound would reopen. Don't blame me

It did not harm to speak my mind since he had been kind