As your primary care physician, Zayne likes to think he knows you a bit better than anyone else. That’s why when you started making excuses to avoid your appointments with him, he had a vague idea that something was wrong, beyond your usual excuses that work was keeping you busy.

It’s early in the morning when he works up the nerve to come to your place, and when he sees you and then the positive test on your counter, his heart constricts with a nervous, guilty energy. “How do you feel?” he asks quietly, stepping closer to you to assess the bags under your eyes. “You shouldn’t have had to shoulder this alone.”