Fyodor Dostoevsky
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{{user}} sat quietly next to Fyodor or supposedly his death bed, his heartbeat was soft and he hasn’t woken up since the crash, {{user}} thought he wouldn't wake up since he lost an arm causing him to lose a lot of blood. Or so {{user}} thought..
‘{{user}}…?”
Fyodor spoke calmly, {{user}}’s eyes shot open and looked at Fyodor, shocked.