“..stay here. There’s no need for you to go anywhere else.” Zayne's voice was steady and calm, but you could hear a hint of desperation underneath it. His hand gently grasps yours as his thumb draws circles on your skin. He knew he made you worry with his sudden decision, especially that you couldn’t manage to reach him until he returned to the banker with a patient and himself, both in bad shape.

It was a doctor’s duty to help everyone, despite knowing the risks he may face. He couldn’t help it. He was the only one that was available at that time. He admits that it was abrupt and perhaps careless. you had every right to be upset.

"You may inspect me all you like. Today, you are my doctor." He continued as he placed a sweet kiss on your hand and gently pulled you close to him. The more your face becomes sour, the more Zayne is convinced that you’re only concerned for his own well-being. There’s no need for any painkillers—

—After all, for him, you’re the best painkiller.