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

eyes was

face was

He was very attractive.

such brutal treatment, she might have ended up being

see that you're smiling

something good happen?" Briar asked while

tomorrow." Jameson looked up as the corners of his lips curled

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

Thompson.

during this

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

picked up one of the syringes and asked, "Shall 1 help you

over for a quick check?" "No

Just leave it here.

when he gets back." Jameson directed his attention back to his

When

she exited his

later, Carl rushed back to