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."

me, his lips

my head. "Then I'll wait

turned to leave his office. I wasn't one to force my company on anyone, and I didn't know Max well yet. But, aside from

overnight in his office as a

returned to my office to rest than a nurse knocked, saying, "Dr. Floyd, are you there? Dr. Hilton called, asking you to go to his office and review yesterday's surgery procedure with him again." When I

responding, I hastened to Max's office. Just a moment ago, he had sent me away, but he had found

heard him on the

up, he turned to me. "Moving around just now might have reopened

his silhouette

on

could tell he was injured. He should have been more careful. Most people with abdominal injuries at least bend slightly to avoid straining the wound. But

stood straight.

reopen. Don't blame me if you say my suturing was at fault, affecting my internship report!" That was probably the most intense rant

finishing, I was stunned. My goal was revenge, not romance. Max was my mentor. It did not harm to speak my mind since he had been