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."

asked casually, "Is it Maximilian

were blistered from days immersed

does. I wouldn't

a bit harder as he

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

we were healing each other's wounds, being each other's

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

the cleared path as if coming to stake

to challenge Tracey, and the opportunity had presented itself sooner than

you're here, too? Max, I came from Crestview to pick you up. Isn't there a product launch today?" She deliberately ignored our interlocked hands.

Tracey's plane but joined the medical 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

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

how we dealt with situations

suddenly spoke, "Is there