Can’t Win Me Back

The days passed by without any turbulence.

Twice each day—once in the morning and once at night—Briar and another nurse rotated shifts to take Jameson's medications to him and give him his shots.

Each time, Jameson would have his primary physician conduct routine checks on his medication.

Even so, the results were identical each time.

There were no problems with the medications.

Before they realized it, it was the day before Jameson's birthday.

That night, determined to ease the tension between Jameson and Amber, Carl set off for the gallery to retrieve Amber's surprise birthday gift for him.

Jameson's hospital room was heavily guarded from the outside.

He only had a bedside lamp on in his room as he read under the soft lighting.

Briar knocked on the door and walked in.

In a gentle voice, she said, Mr. Schmidt, it's time for your medications." "Okay." Jameson seemed to be in a good mood today.

There was a faint glee in his eyes.

an earnest smile on her

eyes was

was

He was very attractive.

hadn't suffered such brutal treatment, she

see that you're smiling today, Mr.

something good happen?" Briar

up as the corners of his

"Because it's my birthday tomorrow." "Oh! Really? Happy birthday to you in advance, then!"

Thompson.

during

be able to care for you, Mr. Schmidt." Briar placed her

the syringes and asked, "Shall 1 help you with your

over for

Just leave it here.

gets back." Jameson directed his attention back to his

shall excuse myself, then." When Briar turned around, her face

exited

ten minutes later, Carl rushed back to Jameson's