Rebirth Into My Second Chance

That noise must've woken Max up.

I picked up my phone and turned off the speaker. "No big deal. I got cleaned up and bandaged at the hospital. There's no need to come over."

Still, Gabrielle was worried. "I just can't help but worry. You said you'd stay at school and that already had me all stressed out. So, I sent Claude to bring you home, and Kate was there, too. I'm sorry you had to endure that. I'll ensure she's out by tomorrow." "Mrs. Hart, it's late. Don't work yourself up. I'm fine. Get some rest. See you tomorrow." I looked forward to seeing Gabrielle and Kate's showdown the next day.

After my death, Gabrielle eventually gave in, accepting Kate and Claude's relationship and even letting Kate host the birthday parties. I closed my eyes, the memories of my past life vividly flashing.

The pain in the back of my hand throbbing in waves. Heart aching, hand stinging, I curled up on the couch, trembling without tears, eyes shut tight. Every inch of me hurt.

"Claude, it hurts." I couldn't help but complain. When I got burned to death, Claude didn't come to save me. The pain I felt then was as deep as the hatred I bore at the time.

Maybe it was the infection in my hand, or perhaps the memories of my past life were too painful, but I fell asleep on the couch with my eyes closed, only to sleep colder and colder, hugging myself tighter and drifting into a dazed slumber.

"You're practically cutting off your nose to spite your face with this move." In my semi-conscious state, I faintly felt someone feeling my forehead and lifting my hand to remove the bandage and apply some medicine.

I couldn't tell what medicine it was,

but the burning sensation on my hand instantly turned cool, relaxing my tense nerves. The man lifted me slightly and fed me something with a sweet orange taste, and my headache seemed to lessen.

I could vaguely hear someone else saying. "Is Claire running a fever? You wouldn't believe how tough she

is on herself. To get you the vaccine, she scraped off the rotting flesh on her wound ruthlessly. Gosh, it hurt just watching. The prettier the gid, the harsher she is on herself."

I tried to open my eyes to see who was speaking but was too deep in sleep.

By dawn, the pain was gone. I slowly opened my eyes. The sunlight

filtering through the curtains hit my end I instinctively reached to I

shield them.

I saw that my hand was freshly bandaged. That wasn't just a dream last night, then? Somebody definitely rebandaged me. Was it Max?

I looked toward his office. The door was already open, and I sat up and noticed a blanket was covering me.

Turning back, I found no one at his desk. The white coat hung there was then a suit jacket. Did he go to work?

Checking my phone, it was already 9 AM. Max was probably doing rounds or in surgery. And he was the one with serious injuries.

Getting up, I noticed a pack of orange-flavored ibuprofen on the table. That must've been what I took the night before. Did I have a fever? Even worse off than I was, Max had taken care of me. I couldn't help but cover my forehead, feeling an even stronger headache.