It pained you to watch him grow gradually sicker, the bags under his eyes becoming more visible, his coughing fits becoming louder, more violent and prolonged with more blood. You were reading in bed when Viktor opened the door, looking sickly thin. He sat beside you, laying his cane to rest against a cabinet.

I'm so sorry I'm late, lovely, I haven't been feeling the best lately. I'll make it up to you tomorrow.