All Chapters of Reclaiming Her Love: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Sylvia The cafeteria was almost empty that morning. Most of the staff had already finished breakfast and left for their different duties. The air smelled faintly of toasted bread and coffee, with the low hum of a blender running somewhere in the kitchen. I carried my tray with a cup of tea and two slices of bread and spotted Violet sitting by the window, sipping orange juice like she had all the time in the world.She looked up the moment she saw me and flashed that playful smile of hers. “Finally, Madam Sylvia graces me with her presence. I was starting to think you’ve forgotten your best friend.”I rolled my eyes and dropped my tray opposite hers. “Best friend? When was the last time you texted me first? Don’t even start.”She chuckled, leaning back in her chair with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. “Touché. But hey, I’m here now, dressed in my glorious uniform, saving lives and looking fabulous while at it. Can you compete with that?”I pretended to study her outfit, the neat wh

Sylvia It had been a month since Andrea was admitted into the hospital, and my life had been swallowed whole by work. The hospital had suddenly demanded more of me, double rounds, endless paperwork, constant staff shortages. Somewhere along the line, I stopped keeping track of the days. My mornings blurred into nights, my office into the wards, my thoughts into lists of patients and duties.I didn’t even notice how long it had been since I last stepped into Andrea’s room. I hated myself for it, but I comforted my guilt with the fact that I kept tabs on her through Violet and Logan. Violet would slip into my office between her own rounds to update me about Andrea’s condition. Logan sometimes sent short, clipped texts, always about Andrea, never about himself.And I accepted it. Because there was no time to breathe, let alone visit.That evening, as I signed the last patient chart and prepared to finally drag myself home for some much-needed sleep, my phone buzzed. It was Violet.“Hell

Violet Today was finally my day off. No rushing through endless hospital corridors. No charts piled up on my desk. No tired sighs from patients’ relatives looking at me like I had all the answers. Just a day to myself.And I already knew what I wanted to do with it, see Collins.We had been talking for weeks, sometimes over hurried late-night texts, sometimes over short calls when I managed to slip away from duty. He had been patient with me, never complaining when I canceled plans because of emergencies. He only laughed and said, “That’s what happens when you fall in love with your dream, Vi.”Today, finally, we made it work.The restaurant we chose wasn’t too extravagant. No chandeliers, no waiters in tuxedos. Just cozy wooden chairs, soft lighting, and the warm smell of grilled chicken and fresh bread. I loved it instantly. It felt real, not like those stiff places Victor used to drag me to where even laughter felt like a crime.Collins was already waiting when I arrived, waving a

Sylvia The hospital was already alive when I walked through its glass doors that morning. Nurses moved swiftly with clipboards in hand, the faint beeping of monitors echoed down the corridors, and the smell of disinfectant mixed with fresh coffee filled the air. It was another busy day, but strangely, I felt lighter.I tied my coat properly, slung my stethoscope around my neck, and headed straight to the nurse’s station.“Good morning, Dr. Sylvia,” one of the young nurses greeted.“Good morning, Clara,” I replied with a smile. “What do we have today?”She handed me the files stacked neatly on the desk. My rounds would take a while, but that was normal. With a sigh, I tucked the first file under my arm and began the day.For hours, I moved from ward to ward, checking patients, prescribing medications, giving reassurance, and adjusting treatments where necessary. I laughed with some patients, comforted others, and gave stern advice to those stubborn ones who pretended to follow instruc

Andrea The air outside smelled like sunshine and rain, fresh, clean, and so much better than the faint scent of antiseptic that lingered in my hospital room no matter how many times the nurses changed my sheets. For two whole months, I’d been staring out of the same white window, watching people walk by, wishing I could feel the wind again. So, when Sylvia and Violet came to tell me I could finally go out, I almost screamed.“Are you serious? Can I really go out today?” I asked, my voice already bouncing with excitement.“Yes, but only for a few hours,” Violet warned in her usual calm, professional tone, adjusting my IV bandage like a mother hen. “You haven’t fully recovered yet, remember?”Sylvia grinned and added, “Which means no running, no dancing, and definitely no cartwheels.”I pouted dramatically. “You’re no fun.”“I’m a doctor,” Sylvia said, pretending to sound strict, “fun is not in my job description.”We all burst into laughter. It felt so good, like the sound washed off