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."

it Maximilian helping

blistered from

I wouldn't

paused, pressing a bit harder as he treated my wound, and

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

we were healing each other's wounds,

my ears, a voice came from beside us. I

in a white dress, walking down the cleared path as if coming to stake

didn't release Max's hand. I was ready to challenge Tracey,

Crestview to pick you up. Isn't there a product launch

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

medics and rescuers, noticed use hand in hand and couldn't help but

how we dealt with situations

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