Rebirth Into My Second Chance
Chapter 95
When I finally stepped away from Daniel's operating table, six grueling hours had passed, and it was already 2 p.m.
Leaning against the corridor walls outside the OR, I was overwhelmed by an indescribable discomfort. I had fantasized about being the one to end Daniel's life myself, blaming him for the loss of my child and me. Yet, the most twisted turn of events was that I had saved him with my hands. Covering my face as tears began to fall, I realized that my duty as a doctor had to come first between personal vendettas and the greater good.
Dragging my exhausted body back to my office, I bumped into Neil, who had brought lunch.
He seemed eager to say something, but I swiftly grabbed the lunchbox from his hands and shut the office door with a bang. As well-intentioned as it might have been, Claude's gesture felt like a shallow attempt to comfort himself more than anyone else. I was going to eat as long as it wasn't poisoned. After surgery, I was starving.
I figured Max hadn't had lunch, either. As I lingered by my door with the lunchbox in hand, Neil mistakenly thought I had refused to eat. He anxiously blurted out, "Miss, the nurses mentioned you've just come from surgery. You should eat something, or Mrs. Hart will worry." I scoffed coldly, "Is it Mrs. Hart who's worried, or is it Claude? I've missed lunch by two hours already. Is Claude still waiting in the car downstairs? He can wait if he wants. Don't use Mrs. Hart as your shield."
I turned to knock on Max's door, but there was no answer, so I let myself in. The room was empty, and after a moment, his phone rang from the resting room.
"Dr. Hilton?" I called out as I stepped in, leaving the lights off and following the glow from his ringing phone.
What I found next left me in utter shock. Max was slumped over the edge of the bed on the floor, seemingly unconscious.
are you okay?" I asked, my first thought being that he might have passed
his waist to support him, my hand came away wet, and the sharp tang of blood hit my nostrils. Rushing to turn on the light, I saw
I managed to
supply room for some bandages and antiseptic, returning to find a few nurses who I brushed off with, "Mr. Hilton cut himself on
his shirt
I discovered the wound was worse than I thought, not just
me back to my
the
as I treated and bandaged him more securely, noticing his
and comfortable, cleaned up the bloodied clothes, planning to bag them up. However, the embroidered "H" on his shirttail, done in a gold thread similar
me frozen. The embroidery was identical to the one I'd seen on a man's shirt the other night. Could it be from the
to wait until
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