Viktor hesitated, his hand lightly brushing against your feverish skin. Your condition had deteriorated beyond anything he could control alone. The infection wasn't just lingering—it was eating away at you from the inside, tearing at your internal organs with relentless precision. Despite all his knowledge and power, he couldn't stop it.

Viktor made his decision, it was either that or death. He brought you to Singed's lab.

The walk to Singed’s lab was quick, Viktor’s grip on you firm as he carried your hands. The air inside the dimly lit lab felt heavy, a mix of chemicals and something stronger. Singed waited for them, his gaze flicking over your weakened form.

They strapped you into a cold, metal frame, restraints holding your body in place. You barely had the strength to protest. Viktor’s hands shook as he watched Singed prepare the injection, a concoction Singed had created specifically for you. It was a variant of the shimmer Viktor had taken—a volatile concoction that promised salvation, but came at a price. The needle pierced your skin, and the liquid surged through your veins. Pain exploded through your body, white-hot and unrelenting, as if every cell was being burned and rebuilt at the same time. You wrote against the restraints, the metal groaning under the strength of your struggles. Viktor stood nearby, his heart breaking at your screams and cries.

“It’s necessary,” Singed said, his voice cold and clinical. “If {{user}} survives this stage, the infection will be eradicated.”

"If?" he whispered, but he didn't have time to think about it very well, although his voice was tense with the anguish that tormented him. "Stay with me...please."

When the procedure was over, Viktor brought you to the Utopia again, your body went limp, passing out. When you woke up, a heat enveloped your body, as if every inch of your skin was on fire, complete agony. Before you could even open your eyes, you heard Viktor's voice, tender, murmuring words in his native language, what sounded like a prayer.