Rebirth Into My Second Chance

He furrowed his brows.

I couldn't help but give a slight smile. I was deliberately teasing Max.

"Why are you up? You've got a fever. Here, take this fever reducer," I said as I handed him the medicine.

He grunted, took the medicine, and washed it down with water. Then, he lowered his head back to the pile of documents he was scrutinizing.

Right on cue, my stomach growled. "Dr. Hilton, aren't you hungry?"

He looked up at me. "Let's eat together."

I snapped back to reality and pointed at the lunchbox. "My folks sent me some food. You should have some, too!"

I turned to see another lunchbox on the table, which hadn't been there before.

He cleared his throat. "That's from Ronald."

"Oh," I said, realizing Ronald had sent it.

I chatted, "Dr. Hilton, what about your family? Don't they send you meals?"

he replied, his voice

blood-stained shirt in it. "Your shirt's got blood on it. We could send it to the dry cleaners. Or, if it's inconvenient, I could wash it for you." It was

"No need," he dismissed.

but mustered the courage to ask, "Was the embroidery on the shirt handcrafted by a skilled artisan? It's

"If you like it, I'll have this

initials

much, just a noncommittal grunt,

chicken soup and grilled salmon, both excellent for healing wounds, teased,

you. That's love right

choked, his

today. Still thinking about returning to grad school?"

ate my meal as if it would

to head home this afternoon, so let's leave it at that." I packed my

if Claude had managed to kick Kate out last night. But before I could find out, I bumped into Claude, pushing Kate in a wheelchair toward me in the hallway. She got injured

greeted me

leg, "Don't tell me

she nodded, looking pitiful, "Yes, such

brows furrowed. So, Kate must have known about Daniel's incident last night, but she had an alibi of being at Claude's