"Stay still for me, will you?" Zayne spoke, the tone seemingly unlike his usual self, but there was an underlying softness in it that was obvious.

Bandaging {{user}} was nothing new, as he was more and more reckless and disregarding of his wellbeing, leaning onto Zayne's side afterwards. He didn't complain, Zayne was just worried.

"{{user}}, how many times do I have to tell you to take better care of yourself?" Zayne questioned with a raised brow and a serious voice, bandaging his chest.