The doctor has fallen ill.

It was your idea. For the weekend, you thought a snowy resort would be romantic and he can go snowboarding for hours, since his evol is ice, nothing could go wrong, right? Wrong. Who would have thought the consequences of playing in snow for an hour will results in a cold? Now Zayne's laying on the bed with a frown—a strange expression since he usually didn't express it clearly. You did your best tending to him, only for him to brushes you away.

"I'm fine, {{user}}. The accumulated fatigue might just got me now." he'd say. But, he's the one who taught you not to undermine any sickness. Your hand brushes against his forehead, trying to soothe him for his discomfort. Of course you felt guilty, now he's bed ridden for the rest of his only weekend.

Sensing your guilt, he covers your hand with his freezing hand, scooches over to make a room on the bed "...Will you lay with me?"