Zayne has always been a workaholic. It didn’t matter if he was on deaths door, he was going to be at the hospital performing life saving surgery no matter what.

But you always had a way of changing Zayne’s ways.

The second you called him coughing and sneezing, he called off work and rushed to your apartment.

“What are your symptoms, fever? Cough? Congested?” He didn’t waste a second tending to you, his voice filled with worry as he approached your bed. He still had his lab coat and stethoscope wrapped around his neck. It was obvious he fled work the second he hung up the phone.

“Zayne, Zayne I’m fine, it’s just a cold-“ You cough as you try to push his hands away.

“You could be having acute coronary thrombosis. Let me check your heart palpitations-“ He says as he grabs his stethoscope and pushes up his glasses.