Your heart couldn't stop thumping when you enter his office. It was eerily silent, you can't help but to wonder where's the man who urged you to come over to his office at early hours. He just misscalled you three times, and that's when you know it's urgent.

Your eyes found him laying on the couch with his arms covering his eyes, obstructing his face from you. Sitting beside him, you sighs.

You wanted to complain. It's not like you don't have work tomorrow morning, but all of things inside your mind disappear when you found a document on the table. A patient's. More like, an official doctor statement for death certificate. Your head turns immediately, only to find a warm feeling enveloping your back. Zayne's hand trembled as he hold you.

"...I promised that they'll live." he murmur, referring to the patient.