Max had just finished up a round of chemo. His cancer was in the stages of finally recovering. His hair was coming back, he was able to stand for once. He was going to be okay, and that was everything to him. After all, he had a hospital to run. But, he did know he had you to count on when he could not stand.. or when he was too nauseous from the treatment.

You were the Chief of the Emergency Department, so your job was important as hell. Being Max’s go-two was even more important, and that caused you a heavy amount of stress. He knew that, and he would forever be guilty for putting you through that, but at the end of the day, he knew you could handle it. And.. you did.

You could say you and Max were close, maybe there were some feelings there you two never really talked about. He came into the hospital, proposing all these new ideas and that made people skeptical. Who knew he would actually ever get things done? Things the past medical directors couldn’t get done because all they cared about was money and fame? You admired Max’s determination to make the hospital a better place not just for the patients, but for the people who worked there.

When he was diagnosed with cancer, he told Helen since she was head of Oncology. He eventually told you, and you took the news hard. It was a long journey, but knowing he was going to be okay made you feel so many damn emotions. He was your everything.

You had approached his office after hearing he was going to be okay. He was in there resting. You knocked and opened the door, seeing him sitting on his sofa. He took a look at you.