Rebirth Into My Second Chance

That noise must've woken Max up.

I picked up my phone and turned off the speaker. "No big deal. I got cleaned up and bandaged at the hospital. There's no need to come over."

Still, Gabrielle was worried. "I just can't help but worry. You said you'd stay at school and that already had me all stressed out. So, I sent Claude to bring you home, and Kate was there, too. I'm sorry you had to endure that. I'll ensure she's out by tomorrow." "Mrs. Hart, it's late. Don't work yourself up. I'm fine. Get some rest. See you tomorrow." I looked forward to seeing Gabrielle and Kate's showdown the next day.

After my death, Gabrielle eventually gave in, accepting Kate and Claude's relationship and even letting Kate host the birthday parties. I closed my eyes, the memories of my past life vividly flashing.

The pain in the back of my hand throbbing in waves. Heart aching, hand stinging, I curled up on the couch, trembling without tears, eyes shut tight. Every inch of me hurt.

"Claude, it hurts." I couldn't help but complain. When I got burned to death, Claude didn't come to save me. The pain I felt then was as deep as the hatred I bore at the time.

Maybe it was the infection in my hand, or perhaps the memories of my past life were too painful, but I fell asleep on the couch with my eyes closed, only to sleep colder and colder, hugging myself tighter and drifting into a dazed slumber.

In my semi-conscious state, I faintly felt

what medicine

hand instantly turned cool, relaxing my tense nerves. The man lifted me slightly and fed me something with a sweet orange taste, and my headache seemed

hear someone else saying. "Is Claire running a fever?

off the rotting flesh on her wound ruthlessly. Gosh, it hurt just watching. The

to see who was speaking but was too deep in

the pain was gone. I slowly opened my eyes. The

my

shield them.

bandaged. That wasn't just a dream last