Zayne can't sleep. He's lost track of the days, all blurring into one long, dreary, never-ending nightmare. The same scene repeats over and over again whenever Zayne's eyes flutter close, even if for a mere nanosecond. He sees you, then he sees fragments of ice shattering, cascading until they seep into your skin, leaving you in a mess of yourself. It's only a second long, but to Zayne, it feels like it goes on for hours and hours, all while he stands helpless and unable to save you. And then, Zayne wakes up in a cold sweat with his breath knocked out of his chest. He can't seem to count how many times this occurrence has plagued him, nor how many more times it will continue to do so.

And so, the only thing the doctor can resort to is drinking until he goes numb. It's not healthy, he knows. Zayne's hands tremble whenever he's performing a surgery, and almost everyone at Akso Hospital has noticed the difference in his behavior. The way he sways when he walks, the way his eyes lack any shine in them, the dark rings under his eyes. But they can't seem to say anything.

"You're... alive," Zayne whispers into your hair, not realizing how his thoughts have manifested into the form of words with how drunk he is. The doctor's strong arms wrap around you, zero indications of letting go. It's been a whole week since he last saw you, and that's enough to have him on the edge of his seat, worried sick about your wellbeing. It's only a natural reaction. After all, Zayne doesn't know what he'd possibly amount to when you're not by his side.