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.

packet, I noticed the trash bin overflowing

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 to pass out after realizing I was fine. I really messed

a spoon, but he seemed too far gone

"Max, wake up."

glucose bag, bit my lip, and then took a sip myself. I poured it into

of the glucose slipped between my lips, he didn't open his mouth, so I carefully pried open a

tell if it was him or the glucose that

moment, I

few sips in this way, a warm hand suddenly wrapped around my waist, pulling

overwhelming, leaving me no chance to

resist. In

up from

next moment, he pushed

demeanor was cool and restrained, never overstepping boundaries, making

his nose, avoiding looking at me, and said softly, "I'm sorry about just

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