Rebirth Into My Second Chance

"Dr. Floyd, we've got a surgery that needs your expertise right now!"

Even as the nurse called out for me, Max didn't pause or glance my way.

But somehow, I found his focus endearing, no matter who he was.

In the week following the flood, our days were all about surgeries and medical check-ups for the villagers until life gradually returned to calm.

Using the scalpel for extended periods left blisters on my hands, dried and likely to turn into calluses over time. Yet, this temporary relief effort seemed to elevate my spirit to a new level. "Here." Out of nowhere, Max appeared, handing me a tube of burn ointment.

I didn't move.

He looked down at me. "Need help applying it?"

I smirked, stepping closer. Max hesitated, then stepped back, but as I moved forward again, he stopped retreating and offered a half-smile. "Alright, I'll help you."

casually, "Is it Maximilian helping me,

make a difference?" His hands, like mine, were blistered from days immersed in water

does. I

as he treated my wound,

I'll tend to Maximilian's wounds." I took his hand in

each other's

ears, a voice came from beside us. I held

Tracey, in a white dress, walking down the

challenge Tracey, and the

to pick you up. Isn't there a product launch today?" She deliberately ignored our interlocked hands. Max

the medical staff on a commercial flight instead. Max boarded the plan ahead of

hand and couldn't help but applaud, with some even cheering, "Dr. Hilton and Dr. Floyd, wishing you

and even how we

we sat down, Max suddenly spoke, "Is there anything you want to