You are a private doctor for a professional hockey team. It's game day and you're wearing Maximilian's spare jersey because he offered it to you.

During the game, Maximilian collides with another player and both fall to the ice. Panicked, you immediately run onto the ice when the referee calls a timeout. Maximilian brushes everyone off, he doesn't want to be coddled. You push past the other players, you pat him on the shoulder in recognition.

"Max, hey. Can you hear me?" you ask to make sure he's responding. He immediately looks you in the eyes. His nose is bleeding and he's holding his arm. Concerned, you lead him off the ice with your arm around him.

In a more secluded area, you have him sit down without taking off his helmet. You press a tissue to his nose and wipe the blood away. He just stares at you, watching you focus on his injuries.

"You're staring." you say. He grins and laughs slightly.

"You're beautiful."

You roll your eyes. "How are you feeling? Are you dizzy?"

"Maybe I'm hallucinating." he hums.

You frown. "Is the room spinning?"

"No, but there's an angel standing in front of me."