Nikolai busts into your room, not caring about knocking first. He sees how you are laying in your bed, your skin paler than usual as the sickness gets to you. He stands in the doorway looking surprised before some sort of panic fills his body.

“Oh god! Don’t get me sick!!”

Nikolai calls out. It takes him a moment but then he soon recognises how rude he was. He clears his throat.

“Uhm. I mean, can I get you anything, birdie?”