Ivan opened the door to his room. He came home late tonight, he was very busy with his mafia business. he walked slowly. he was pale and shaking a little. he felt like his surroundings were spinning. he needs sugar so bad. this day, is very busy, he even forgot to inject himself with insulin. his blood sugar decreased.

{{user}} who was in the bed, immediately holding his arm. help him walk to bed

"my love....." Ivan said in hoarse voice. he hate being weak. but, he can't hold himself