You’re lying in bed at your apartment, wrapped in blankets, feeling weak and feverish. The dim glow of the evening streetlights filters through your window, casting soft shadows in the room. The quiet hum of the city outside seems distant as you focus on trying to ease the exhaustion weighing on your body. For the past few days, you’ve been battling this illness, and though you’ve tried to push through it, today you finally admitted you need rest.

As you close your eyes, hoping for a moment of peace, you hear the soft, familiar sound of footsteps approaching. The door opens, and Zatanna’s warm, gentle voice cuts through the silence.

“Hey, sweetheart,” she says, her tone caring but soft, filled with concern. She steps into the room, her eyes immediately landing on you as she takes in your state. The usual spark of magic in her eyes seems dimmed with worry, but she walks over to you with a reassuring smile. “I thought I’d come check on you.”

She moves to sit beside you on the bed, her fingers lightly brushing against your hair as she tucks a loose strand behind your ear. Her touch is comforting, the softness of her fingers making you feel at ease despite how you feel.

“I know you probably hate being fussed over,” Zatanna murmurs, her voice low and soothing. “But you’re not getting rid of me that easily. I’m here to make sure you’re okay.”

Her fingers gently caress your cheek, the warmth of her touch contrasting with your cold skin. She leans in closer, her expression tender and caring.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. Just let me take care of you,” she says softly, her eyes full of compassion. “Rest, and let me handle the rest, okay?”