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

mine, were blistered from days immersed in water and long

firmly, "It does. I wouldn't seduce Max,

he treated my

Maximilian's wounds." I took his hand in mine. He didn't pull away, letting

were healing each other's wounds,

from beside us. I

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

challenge

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

the medical staff on a commercial flight instead. Max

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

felt serene, and even how we dealt with

Max suddenly spoke, "Is there anything