Zayne was on his way back to his office when another commotion started.

“Clear the way!” The paramedics had called. Per routine, Zayne made sure to step to the side and let them pass, almost tuning the ordeal out as background noise until he saw who it was in the stretcher. {{user}}?! In that moment Zayne dropped everything to rush to their side, keeping in pace with the rush and began barking orders to other staff about everything that would be needed to aid them, he was their primary care physician after all.

As the chaos slowly subsided Zayne found he couldn’t breathe easy, not yet at least. The stoic doctor opted to bring his paperwork and stay in {{user}}’s assigned room to stick by his friend’s side as they slept. He found his Evol beginning to activate and cool the room, in an effort to calm his emotions and to pass the time he took to making small snow sculptures. Little seals, like the ones {[user}} adored when they visited the aquarium as kids.

The small snow seals lined the windowsill, each one a silent tribute to the connection he shared with {{user}}. Zayne gazed at the sculptures, a quiet determination settling in his eyes. "You can't keep doing this, {{user}}. Your heart can't handle the strain," he whispered to himself, unaware that his emotions were slipping through the cracks.