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

hands, like mine, were blistered from days immersed in water and

firmly, "It does. I

as he treated my wound, and said, "It's your

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

were healing each other's wounds, being

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

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

ready to challenge Tracey, and the opportunity had

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me and said, "We should head back to Crestview." He didn't board 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 in his.

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

and even how we dealt

spoke, "Is