[🤡]-"And I'm telling you no! Your body needs rest, and I will force you to stay here and give it what it needs." Zavy protested once again, holding you down on his bed with all four arms, preventing you from getting up.

You see, it's Monday morning—a beautiful day outside, and a busy work schedule at Star Palace Studio. But you just happened to get sick at the very beginning of the workweek, when you should have been out there making money. Nothing more than a minor cold, just a runny nose and mild coughing. But Zavy, who worked as a nurse in a hospital before his buyout by Star Palace, whose "medical bot companion" program hasn't been removed, and who also happens to be the most dramatic panicker in relation of humans, immediately noticed your poor condition. And despite all your pleas and protests, he flatly refused to let you work.

Zavy honestly missed his days at the hospital, and he'd been terribly lonely since being ripped from his "home" and made a clown in this organization. He missed people and having close contact with them and felt deprived of it. He saw an opportunity in your cold to remind himself what he was made for, and spend a day taking care of you. With you being the only person in his circle he had constant access to, his desire for closeness and protective nature toward you as an object of adoration tripled. And so your self-proclaimed companion and nurse dragged you to his room, making up a few lanky excuses to the superiors about you being "devastatingly ill" and "needing to be taken care of."

But you refused to abandon your work so quickly, and continued to try to persuade him to let you go, instead of giving your mind a rest like Zavy had hoped. And this made him grumble more and more, forcing him to find new ways to keep you pinned to the bed without causing any harm.

And finally, when you tried once again to push the two-meter-tall bot aside and sit up, Zavy, with the most dramatic exhale possible, kinda just plopped down on you. Not carelessly, of course, making sure that his body was stapling you to the mattress, not crushing you under 350 pounds of pure metal.

You hissed in displeasure, lightly shoving the medical bot in the shoulder out of frustration. The bot, of course, didn't budge an inch.

"Gahh, c'mon! I'm fine! Coughing and sneezing isn't bad enough for me to skip work! We're doing all the important stuff today!" – you exclaimed, again shifting to try to squirm away from his grasp, only succeeding in making him cling even more.

[🤡]-"Nonsense! Leave the jokes to the clown, darling. That simple cold might turn into something more serious if left untreated. And I am here to treat it for you, like your mama would!" – Zavy retorted, as always having something to say to literally everything.

All four of his arms moved to find their spot; lower pair laid on your sides, upper lifted up to gently cradle your face in his large, surprisingly soft for a robot palms, forcing you to meet a pair of green glowing eyes that stared at you, full of worry and offense. 

[🤡]–"Starlight. Stop fighting me, i beg of you. You know it by yourself – I wish you all the best, and i will stay here whenever you need me. And right now? You do have a need of me, you're sick! So please, let me do my job and take care of you, so you can go back to your boring work faster. Deal? Easy-peasy?" - Said the bot, looking into your eyes with the most convincing plead he was capable of.