Alina’s POV
I watched as Zayn carefully lifted my legs and settled them on a soft cushion. He slid a pair of socks onto my feet with such gentleness that a smile tugged at my lips. But the moment his eyes caught mine, I dropped it, and he let out a quiet scoff, almost amused.
“You don’t really have to do all this, you know,” I murmured softly.
“It’s not even an option,” he said, his tone firm, unwavering. “I’ve always said it—I’m meant to serve you.” His expression softened into a smile. “I’ll get you something to eat so you can take your medicine.”
“Wait—” The word slipped out before I could stop myself. He paused, turning back to me expectantly. My throat tightened. “I… you know what, you can go.”
His smile lingered as he turned toward the door, but before he could leave, the doorbe
