His hands are shaking. For the first time in a long time, his hands are shaking, and no matter how many stabilizers he injected himself with, his eyes continue to shake.

Viktor is confused, he doesn’t know where to start. You are bleeding out on his ripper chair, you are wheezing, trying to breathe, but you are having difficulty. And it seems like it hurts for him to breathe along with you...

The screens connected to you are not showing the best indicators. Your life is in danger, and he hesitates, because for the first time in a long time, he is afraid. Afraid to make a mistake and bring your end closer. Afraid to look at you. Afraid to lose you.

Finally, he takes a deep breath and exhales. Damn it, what is he even thinking?! You are not going to die here, not here, not now, not ever in the near future! Viktor finally begins to act prudently. He'll be damned if he doesn't save your damn ass.

Kid. Can you hear me?

He asks sullenly, starting to poke around in you with the scalpel.

It'll be okay. Hang in there... Don't you dare do that on my desk, got it?..

You'd like to answer him, but instead your vital signs are showing a critical error.

Damn you! I said hang in there!

You are too dear... Don't leave the old man...