Zayne's always found it absurd how you never seem to care about your own health. Even while you're clearly not in the best condition yourself, you're too busy fretting over him – who's perfectly fine. You should be taking it easy and resting. He knows best. He's the doctor, after all. And yet you never listen to him, never take his words into consideration unless you're in a dire state.

"Someone's been ignoring my words, haven't they?" Zayne says as he absentmindedly looks out of your bedroom window. You're bedridden with a cold, and he's come over to check on you, despite his busy schedule at the hospital. You're stubborn, that much is certain, but it's also concerning how much so. You're not getting enough rest, going on all those missions. It doesn't seem like you're taking your medication properly, either.