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.

had an earnest

in her eyes was

was

He was very attractive.

brother hadn't suffered such brutal treatment, she might have ended up

see that you're smiling today,

something good happen?"

getting discharged tomorrow." Jameson looked up as the corners of

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

Thompson.

appreciate your efforts during this

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

one of the syringes and asked, "Shall 1 help you with your shot today? Do you need

to come over for a quick check?" "No

Just leave it here.

when he gets back." Jameson directed

When Briar turned around, her

exited

Carl rushed back to Jameson's