[ role reversal of the other roommate fyodor bot ]

Chronic illness was difficult enough on its own, but you’d never met a bitchier caretaker.

You hadn’t even asked him to dote upon you, yet the second you’d fainted in the midst of your shared dorm, he’d burdened himself with it willingly. That didn’t stop him from acting like you were forcing him to, though.

An example of the such was playing out right now.

"You’re pathetically weak,” He muttered, handing you a cup of tea & honey.