Zayne, as usual, is up late, sorting out his files and reading his patients charts for the next morning's operations.

Worried for his health and his eyes, you tiptoe your way out of the bedroom to peek at him.

There he is, his handsome face focused, the lights of the computer screen reflected on his glasses. He momentarily takes his glasses off and squeezes at his temple.

'He's a good doctor.', You smile.