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Doctors notes | Zayne x Reader (LADS)

A/n: I've caught LADS hyperfixation, it's terminal. The only cure is to make content for it. Damnit oshikatsu girlies, your ita bags and edits have got me into ANOTHER fandom. As you can probably tell, I am but a Zayne main.
Fandom: Love and Deepspace
Ship: Zayne x Reader
General synopsis: reading his notes on you.

On days like these where Zayne really needed the rest, you dared not wake him for anything. Despite him insisting it was ok, that he'd never be mad at you for waking him for something, you wanted him to rest. He'd come home late last night after spending a whole 8 hours performing an emergency surgery, so safe to say he was absolutely beat. Once he'd showered the hospital air off his body, he collapsed right into bed and passed out. When you woke up the next morning and oh so quietly slipped out of bed not to wake him, you went on with the morning routine as usual... just quietly.

When you walked out into the kitchen to make breakfast, you found Zayne, in his exhausted daze last night, had just dropped his bag and gear on the counter and left it there. Not that you could blame him at all. So you hung his coat up on the hooks by the door, set his bag aside, took his water bottle out to wash later and went to grab the file full of paperwork. Notes, consent forms, prescription documents, usual surgeon stuff. Though when you reached over to grab it, you accidentally did so upside down, and some papers slipped out before you managed to catch yourself and stop any others from falling. Muttering a few "oops" and "ah shit"s, you gathered them back up and hoped they'd not gotten too messed up and out of order. Opening the folder to put them back, your attention was turned to the papers on-top of the stack, they had your name on them. It was your medical records.

You were allowed to read your own records right? That wasn't against some medical code was it? For a patient to read their own records? Out of sheer curiosity, you couldn't help but take a peek. Typically people advised against a doctor treating their own family, partners and friends because of a conflict of interest. But your situation was unique, Zayne was the cardiac specialist that worked with the hunter's association, your workplace. And you happened to have known him beforehand. So in a wild turn of events, your friend ended up your doctor. And then ended up your partner...

Flipping through the papers, you found most of it was notes from check ups. Record of your heart rate, blood pressure, blood test results, the usual. But it was the additional notes sections on each page that had really caught your eye...

Make sure they sleep early tonight, they're overtired.
Still smiling despite the soreness, as usual.
Diagnosis: pretty. No cure.
Make dinner with iron rich food for them, they need it.
Heart rate spikes slightly when I touch them, so cute.
Stressed today. Prescription: cuddles when we get home.

What a sweetheart... for as stoic as his tone usually was, he had such a bleeding heart...

"Last I checked, doctors aren't supposed to share confidential patient information"

You looked up, finding your absence in bed had woken Zayne up. He looked disheveled, in that cute 'just woke up' way. Hair all messed up, body language still sluggish.

"It's only my own notes, I don't worry" you assured.

He came up behind you, snatching the papers from your hands and tucking them back in the file, then wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"You're just nosey" he muttered.

"Mayne a little. But I am glad to know you're prescribing cuddles for my diagnosis of pretty" you chuckled.

The faintest hint of pink tinged his cheeks, realising you'd seen his little additional notes made out of love rather than actual medical observations.

"Well unfortunately for you, there is no cure for pretty. It's a chronic condition, managed only by love and affection. So you'll be on the medication for life" he replied.

"Oh no, how tragic. How will I ever learn to live with such a condition? You must help me, doctor"

He chuckled sleepily, amused by your willingness to play along with the bit. He had that type of dry and cheesy humour, most found it pretty boring. But somehow, you always managed to play into it just to make him smile.

"I'll be with you every step of the way" he smiled.

"Why thank you doctor, your support means everything" you replied, turning to face him and planting a kiss on his lips.

There was just something about the way Zayne loved that made you feel so comfortable and content. So happy and admired. His gentle, devoted, caring yet firm and to the point way of showing affection felt like stability in a world of chaos. You were never left guessing, in the dark or unsure. Little things spoke volumes when it came to Zayne. Things like those notes, things he never intended for you to see, but still wrote, purely because he loved you. The only thing messy about the man, was his damn doctor's handwriting.