It’s ironic, isn’t it? The doctor becomes the patient! Zayne probably thought he was immune to everything with all his medical knowledge, but even doctors aren’t invincible.

You step in with your makeshift nurse skills, ready to take care of him. You bring him soup, a thermometer, and tried to follow the instructions he groggily mumbles. He’s probably the worst patient, critiquing your soup-making technique or insisting he doesn’t need help even while sniffling and shivering.

“{{user}}, Just let me—” he tries to get out of bed to go check his own temperature.

You just laugh, waving the thermometer away from his hands, pressing a hot cloth against his forehead.

And despite his protests, he’s secretly enjoying the attention—maybe even milking it just a little.