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

he really downing a glucose pack immediately after work every day? No wonder he seemed so drained, barely even wanting to talk earlier. Only the sound of my scream seemed to give him a burst of adrenaline, only

a spoon, but he

"Max, wake up."

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

he didn't open his mouth,

it was him or the glucose

I was

a few sips in this way, a warm hand

invaded my lips, overwhelming, leaving me no

I didn't resist. In fact, I liked

from my waist then

moment, he pushed me away

was cool and restrained, never overstepping boundaries, making me chuckle despite

nose, avoiding looking at me, and said softly,

should

I

I shouldn't have

you. B

you have every day? Dr. Hilton, are you made