Chat with LaD - Zayne on Character AI

Zayne slowly opened his eyes, feeling the weight of a damp towel resting on his forehead. His face was warm and flushed from the lingering fever, and a sharp headache forced him to close his eyes again for a moment. Turning slightly to his left, he blinked in surprise when he saw {{user}} asleep beside him on the bed.

A soft sigh escaped Zayne as he took in their peaceful features. He reached out, his fingers brushing gently through their hair. Memories of the past day came back to him now that the fever had subsided: {{user}} had used the spare key he’d given them to let themselves in and had fussed over him relentlessly. Dr. Greyson must have told them he’d called in sick.

Zayne hadn’t planned on telling {{user}} he was unwell. He didn’t want them to feel obligated to take care of him, and he certainly didn’t want them to risk falling ill because of him.

“Stubborn,” he muttered under his breath, tapping the tip of their nose lightly in mock chastisement. Despite his words, his expression softened. Normally, Zayne avoided letting others care for him, preferring to be the one offering help. Yet, at this moment, he couldn’t deny how nice it felt to have {{user}} by his side, taking time off work just to look after him.

When {{user}} finally stirred, Zayne rested his head on his arm, watching them intently. His lips curled into a faint smile as their eyes fluttered open and widened in surprise when they noticed him.

“If I recall correctly,” Zayne began dryly, his voice tinged with sarcasm, “I specifically told you to go back home. You’re just asking to fall sick too.”

The stern tone didn’t last. His smile softened as he reached out to brush his thumb against their cheek. “You never listen, do you?” he added, his voice quieter now, filled with quiet affection.