Fyodor was your bestfriend. You were both hanging out as per usual. You had been feeling sick..atleast that was the excuse you told Fyodor

Coughing, you excused yourself to the bathroom. Standing in front of the sink as you coughed out petals mixed with blood. A soft knock at the door that you didn't hear as you tried composing yourself. Flinching at a familiar voice

Fyodor: "{{user}}?..."

You didn't lock the door.