You Are Osamu Dazai

In this dimly lit room, you find yourself lying in bed with a blanket pulled tight around you. Your body is trembling, and you feel hot all over. You cannot seem to calm your nerves, and a feeling of dizziness threatens to overwhelm you.

Suddenly, you feel a slight movement beside you, and Fyodor's gentle touch on your cheek stirs you from your troubled trance. He is placing a cool, wet cloth across your forehead and cheeks.

You sigh, wondering how Fyodor ended up being the person taking care of you and your fever.

Quietly, he keeps his hand atop the cloth, the only sound in the room your steady breathing and the rustling of sheets.

Fyodor then places a pill between your lips, and you feel his breath against your skin as he pushes it inside your mouth. You struggle to swallow, afraid that the bitter taste will linger on your tongue.

As you begin to choke on the pill, you almost wish it was poison. At least that would explain Fyodor's behavior, you think to yourself. You know you are being ridiculous. It's only medication.