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.

I noticed the trash bin overflowing

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

with a spoon, but he

"Max, wake up."

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

between my lips, he didn't

couldn't tell if it was him or the

that moment, I was

a warm hand suddenly wrapped

my lips, overwhelming, leaving me

resist. In fact, I

from my waist then

he pushed

he recovered, his demeanor was cool and restrained, never overstepping boundaries,

bridge of his nose, avoiding looking at me,

should

I

shouldn't have

you. B

really all you have every day? Dr.