Erased Memories, A Second Chance At Love

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gleaming facilities I was used to. The doctor, a kind-faced man with tired eyes, examined my le

, his voice heavy with regret. "The infection has

and you could lose the entire limb, or worse, your life. Your digestive system is also severely compromised fro

ed, his voice splitting the quiet room. He kicked over a nearby chair with

ce a soothing, deceptive purr. "He's just a small-town doctor. Perhaps his skills aren't... up to par. My brother, Cory, he

to cool slightly under her influence. "Fine," he bit out, his jaw tight. "Get her ready. I don

nt. I barely registered the transfer, the new hospital, the gleaming halls. All I k

arely glanced at my leg, his eyes dismissive, a sneer playing on his lips. "This? This is nothing," he declared, his voice dripping with condescension. "A few scrapes, a little frostbite. Nothing a bit of rest an

my mangled leg, the deep gash, the purple bone. It didn't look like "a few scrapes

he's talking about." She turned to her brother, her eyes flashing briefly with a triumphant

ld have protected Candace better! Her hands are precious. They're her livelihood, her ar

m sure she didn't mean to hurt me." She looked at Gabriel, her eyes wide and mournf

er hand, his face filled with tenderness. "You will draw

y from my critical condition to Candace's minor, self-inflicted injuries. I watched them, a dull

n storm. We were arguing, a familiar pattern. She hated me, hated my presence in Gabriel's life. "You thi

ling over the railing. But not before a desperate, instinctual grab. My hand shot out, catching her arm, pulling her down with me. Her eyes widened in shock, a gasp escap

mountain!" She knew about the wild animals, the treacherous conditions. She wanted me gone, swallowed by the storm. I hit a rock, a blinding white-h