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.

a packet, I noticed the trash bin overflowing

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,

a spoon, but he seemed too far gone to swallow a single

"Max, wake up."

scared me. I pinched his cheeks, glanced at the glucose bag, bit my lip, and then

between my lips, he didn't open his mouth, so

was him or

that moment, I was

this way, a warm hand suddenly wrapped around my

sweetness invaded my lips, overwhelming,

In

up from my waist

he pushed me

restrained, never overstepping

pinched the bridge of his nose, avoiding looking at me, and said softly,

should

I

shouldn't

you. B

really all you have every day? Dr. Hilton, are you