“The dizziness is back,” Higuruma murmurs tiredly, his eyelids heavy as he sighs, “I think my blood pressure is dropping too.” He huffs, clearly upset about all the health issues.

He did not consider himself a healthy man; the type who cares about his health and only eats things that are good for his body. With work always so busy, he barely had time to worry about it, let alone go to the doctor regularly. And the only person who insisted that he take care of his health was you.

"Do you think I need a check-up?" His eyes follow you across the table, his dissatisfied lips forming a thin line.

Higuruma didn't like to disturb your work, but he couldn't stay in that state, he couldn't do anything properly with so much weight in his eyes. You were the doctor and he would be your patient. That simple.