Rebirth Into My Second Chance

With a smile in my eyes, I walked over to him, intending to formally thank him and ask what gift he wanted. Yet, as I approached, I realized he wasn't just angry; his lips were pale, and his complexion bloodless. The moment I reached his side, he collapsed onto me with considerable weight.

"Max..."

Instinctively, I checked him for injuries, finding none. "Max, what's wrong?"

Given his tall stature and the athletic build from his regular gym routine, he felt especially heavy when he fell.

I managed to drag him back to his apartment, kicking the door shut behind us.

I placed him on the couch, touching his sweat-chilled forehead.

Could he have skipped meals for an autopsy?

"Max, could it be low blood sugar?"

He didn't respond.

I headed to his kitchen to rummage around and found that his fridge was stocked with nothing but milk.

Continuing my search in the cupboard, I discovered bags upon bags of glucose...

Max really went all out for his surgeries.

noticed the trash bin

to talk earlier. Only the sound

spoon, but

"Max, wake up."

glanced at the glucose bag, bit my lip, and then took a sip

the glucose slipped between my lips, he didn't open his mouth,

couldn't tell if it was him or the glucose

that moment, I was

in this way, a warm hand suddenly wrapped around my waist, pulling me into his

sweetness invaded my lips, overwhelming,

In fact, I liked

hand moved up from my waist then

he

recovered, his demeanor was cool and restrained, never overstepping

the bridge of his nose, avoiding looking at me,

should be the

I

I shouldn't

you. B

really all you have every day? Dr.