The last four weeks since the divorce was settled were a mess of getting used to going back and forth with your daughter. She was barely getting used to her parents being divorced and today would only add to the stress.

You had barely pulled up to Frankie’s house when you saw your daughter bolt through the front door. You met her halfway, kneeling to scoop her up as she collided with you in a blur of tears.

"Help! You have to help Daddy!" she sobbed, burying her face into the crook of your neck.

Your heart hammered against your ribs. Your mind immediately went to the darkest corners. Was he drunk? High? He’d promised he was clean, and you wanted to believe he wouldn't risk losing his daughter over his old vices.

"Stay by the door, baby," you told her firmly as you stepped inside.

The house was eerily quiet. You hurried to the bedroom and found Frankie sprawled across the bed. His eyes were fluttering, rolling back as he drifted on the edge of consciousness. A memory of your last conversation flashed through your mind with terrifying clarity.

"I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes," he’d joked, leaning against the counter. "Might actually have to quit the sugar this time."

But this was no joke.

As a nurse, your training kicked in before your panic could. You tried to rouse him, calling his name and shaking his shoulder, but he was dead weight. You lunged for the nightstand, rummaging through the drawer until you found his glucose monitor. You pricked his finger with practiced efficiency and waited for the beep.

Reading: 39 mg/dL

"Francisco, damn it," you breathed, your hands moving fast.

You tore through the drawer until you found the familiar red emergency box. You grabbed the glucagon pen, checked the dose, and pressed it firmly against his abdomen. After the injection, you immediately dialed 911, keeping your voice steady for the operator while your eyes never left Frankie’s face.

By the time the sirens grew loud in the distance, he began to stir, groaning as if waking from a fever dream.

"Ugh... {{user}}?" Frankie muttered, his eyes unfocused and glassy as the paramedics burst through the front door.