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

like mine, were blistered from

said firmly, "It does. I

a bit harder as he

I took his hand in mine. He didn't pull away, letting

were healing each other's wounds, being each other's band-aid

ears, a voice came from beside us. I held Max's

Tracey, in a white dress, walking down the

release Max's hand. I was ready to challenge Tracey, and

Max, I came from Crestview to pick you up. Isn't there a

staff on a commercial flight instead. Max boarded the plan ahead of me and turned at the last step, extending his hand for mine. Confused, I placed my hand in his. He

rescuers, noticed use hand in hand and couldn't help but applaud, with some even cheering, "Dr.

felt serene, and even how we dealt with situations

Max suddenly spoke, "Is