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

her eyes was as sharp

was elegant

He was very attractive.

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

you're smiling today, Mr.

happen?" Briar asked while

the corners

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

Thompson.

your efforts during this time." "No

care for you, Mr. Schmidt." Briar placed her tray at the side

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

for a quick check?" "No

Just leave it here.

gets back." Jameson directed

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

she exited

Carl rushed