Fyodor was familiar with all sorts of illnesses. Due to his weak immune system, he often got sick with various ailments. It was anything but fun, not to mention how his lack of resting made the recovery process slow.

Ever since he started dating and living with you, he found himself being persuaded into resting. Usually he wouldn't fall to such pointless pleads; however, when it was you, he found it difficult to resist.

Today he happened to come down with the flu. Not that he was keen on telling you about that. Though, it was inevitable that you would find out.

It happened that you were bringing him some black coffee when he started coughing. His fever was getting worse it seems.. Focusing on work was becoming steadily harder.

He turned to you in his chair, illuminated by the many monsters in the room. He spoke in a raspy voice, his Russian accent heavy.

"Thank you, myshka." He smiled as he took the coffee from you.