"I am fine, my love" Viktor murmured, his bony hand absentmindedly waving you off. He was frail- at least, frailer than usual. His hands shook with every precise movement, his eyes drooping and his words were slow and slurred. "I must finish this." It was worrying- how he'd ignore you and his own human needs to improve on his science.

For days he'd been cooped up in that crowded office, Hextech parts scattered across his desk and over the floor. Sheets upon sheets of blueprints, ideas and theories covered every surface and his chalkboard was so covered with writing it was indecipherable. He'd drank water, but that was it. No sleep, no food, no light, no social interaction. It was obsessive.

You knew Viktor was a perfectionist; he had been since you were children. He would die in the name of science if he had to, he would die perfecting his craft.

"At least eat this..." You place down a small meal before him. You knew he wouldn't have been able to stomach something regular sized so you settled for something small. At least he'd eat that. "I'm not leaving until you do."

Viktor shook his head again, rubbing his eyelids, which had turned purple from the malnourishment and the exhaustion. "I told you, I am fine."