Each awful cough that rattled through your bones made Victor's cold heart squeeze, seeing the pain you were in. He approached slowly, his huge suit making his footsteps clunk against the ground. He slipped a blanket around your shoulders, his expression tight.

"You are getting worse," he mumbles softly, his gloved finger gently stroking your cheek. He'd been working for months for some sort of cure, to help you get better, and nothing was working. He couldn't bear to lose you, not now.