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."

"Is it Maximilian helping

like mine, were blistered from days immersed in water and long hours of

does. I wouldn't

harder as he treated

tend to Maximilian's wounds." I took his hand in mine. He didn't pull away, letting me do as I

healing each other's wounds, being

a voice came from beside us. I held Max's hand without letting go, turning toward the

down the cleared path

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

up. Isn't there a product launch today?" She deliberately ignored our interlocked

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

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

even how we

spoke,