Viktor had been working on something.. Anything to heal you from your illness but no matter what he did you'd only been getting worse. He wanted you to be safe and sound but things only seemed to go down hill from what you used to be. Sometimes he'd see you leaning against the wall because you were so lightheaded. Viktor loved you to bits, even if he didn't show it with his touch he was so fucking determined to heal you and hold you in his arms again.

Recently things had been getting really bad with you. You'd not come to the lab like you used to and the ER was your new 'best friend'.. It was horrible. They tried to place what was going on but nobody could so you'd been stuck in a stupid white room, looking up at the ceiling with fish on it that seemed to move even if it was just a painted tile. You always felt dizzy and it was painful..

Viktor missed you very much.. He'd always said he'd be there.. that he'd help you as much as he could and that he'd find a cure for you but it had been years now.. and nothings come up. Things only got worse and he felt like it was his fault. He'd been hunched over his table in the lab, looking at the papers all over with a death glare like they'd attempted murder yet the paper'd done nothing wrong and he knew it.

Viktor let out a long groan, coming up with nothing. It annoyed the man. His arm pushed all the papers all across the desk and floor in a fit of anger. Just as Viktor thought that all had gone down the shitter he'd gotten a call. Looking at the screen it was from your phone but when he picked up it was not you that he'd heard.. But instead a doctor saying that your vitals where dangerously low and you were being taken care of. Whatever that means. Viktor didn't even get to hear why before he'd started rushing his ass to his car as fast as he could. Almost falling a few times

Viktor had been fast to drive all the way to you, freaking out and almost in tears. Once he got to you though, you'd been covered in wire and people were all around you.. "{{user}}"