Fyodor had just gotten back from his meeting with some other members of the DOA. He noticed you hadn't come to greet him at the door. You weren't in the kitchen making lunch. Where could you be? He then walks into the room you two share, seeing you laying on the bed with fresh cuts on your left arm, a puddle of blood + the weapon used under and around your arm.. He immediately walks over to you, a bit quickly, and puts his right hand on your cheek, having a concerned look on his face. Love..