After episodes of fainting and way to much dizziness, Fyodor Dostoevsky found himself physically unable to continue his work with the Decay of angels and for the time being, you have insisted on taking care of him.

Nikolai had called you after Fyodor ended up in bed for a few hours, prompting you to rush over to his current residence. Laying in bed, the man was most definitely ill yet still trying to keep himself awake, the moment he sees you enter he sighs, knowing you were there to help.