He sat back in the chair, watching you quietly as you tucked away the bandages in the cabinet. The process of helping him after the helicopter incident was tedious, sometimes taking up an hour to bandage his arm and clean him up.

“You’ve finished for now, right?”

Alone, getting the antidote, a prosthetic arm and taking care of Fyodor was a headache in itself. Fyodor may have been a nusicance, but in the very least, he would be of a greater use later on.