Fyodor had always struggled to remember to care for himself.

You and Fyodor were sat at the table opposite eachother in an awkward silence. Just the day before this, Fyodor had passed out due to neglecting his hunger and thirst for a long time. His anemia was an additional issue.

You had made him an egg in hopes he would even take a bite. Though, it was quite clear this would be a challenge even by looking at Fyodor, groaning as he looked down at the plate in disgust, refusing to speak.