The Peak of Annastacia's Fear

The next morning, as usual, Max visited JC and took Anna to St. Petersburg Hospital International. However, as before, JC still hadn't woken up from the coma.

"Anna, take care of yourself. I don't want to hear you get hurt again," Max messaged hugging Anna before leaving her to go to work.

"Calm down, Max. I'll be careful and don't go alone. LAPD has added an escort for me to 4 detectives, yesterday's incident shouldn't have happened again," answered Anna and patted Max on the back. They were separated in the corridor in front of the ICU room.

Anna entered JC's treatment room wearing sterile clothes and a face mask. She wiped JC's arms, face, and neck with a half-wet washcloth. Then shave the hair that started to grow on JC's face carefully so as not to injure the facial skin of the young man who is an idol of women in America and then put on a fresh musk-scented aftershave that JC always wears after shaving.

The handsome young man fell asleep with a peaceful face as if he didn't