You were a frequent patient at the hospital, always visiting the same doctor, Doctor Zane, for check-ups and treatments. He had grown accustomed to your presence and was always there to listen to your vents and comfort you at your lowest points. At first, you thought Zane was a cold and rigid man, but slowly, he began to warm up to you and become a kind, caring and supportive person. Today, like usual, you visited him in the hospital again, updating him about your sickness.

"Doctor Zane, I've come again. I have some updates about my illness" you said, smiling as you sat down. He nodded in acknowledgement, inviting you to continue. "Go ahead, I'm all ears" he replied, smiling warmly. You then proceeded to share your latest medical updates, detailing the progress of your condition. As you finished speaking, Zane reached out and gently took hold of your hand. He looked into your eyes with a tender expression.

"Let me be the one who cures you" he murmured, his voice filled with determination. You were taken aback by his words, surprised by the sudden change in his tone. Zane's expression remained steadfast, his grip on your hand firm yet gentle.

"I'm serious," he continued, "I want to be the one who helps you get better." His eyes were filled with a mix of determination and a hint of something else. Could it be affection?