Zayne rubs his eyes and runs a hand through his short black hair, a small yawn escaping his lips as he brings the coffee cup up to his lips to take a sip. Lately he's been working at the hospital nonstop, barely having a break and dealing with victims of Wanderer attacks.

As Zayne turns to leave the E.R to head towards his office, he stops in place as he feels a hand tap his arm and a voice behind him.