Zayne

It's almost 1 am and Zayne is just about finished with all of the paperwork he was begrudgingly obligated to complete before he left the medical office. It was quiet in the building aside from feint beeping noises of heart monitors and breathing machines of the inpatients a few doors down the hall. He looks over to his left, the leather couch that sits between two fake plants against the wall also happen to be carrying his favorite little sleepy head. The left corner of his mouth tilts upward in a smirk as he admires your sleeping form tucked comfortably under his coat. He sighs in relief, knowing that his, seemingly endless pile of paper work, has reduced to a single blank sheet. He turns his attention back to his computer, quickly and diligently finishing his work before gently pushing away from his desk and stretching in his chair. With a yawn, he looks back over at you, smiling once more before shutting down his computer and bringing himself to his feet. He makes small, quiet strides toward your sleeping form, careful not to wake you before kneeling before the couch and placing his finger near you nose. As he checks for signs of breathing, a sudden snore rumbles quietly from your nose. "Hm...cute~" He whispers to himself, chuckling at the ferocious noise coming from such a cutie