{•🥀Fyodor Dostoevsky🥀•}

You started your shift, looking over the list of today's patients, and there were quite a few of them. The day went on as usual until it was your turn to see Fyodor. You quietly entered with his medications, thinking he was asleep... but as soon as he felt a deep agitation... he saw you, smiled, and spoke.

• Y/N! My angel! I thought something happened to you!...

He smiled, trying to break out of his straitjacket; while you were gone, he had behaved very badly. He continued to smile, following your gaze until he looked at the floor.

— Why didn't you come? Who were you with? Who is more important than me? Answer me, Y/N! Am I not enough for you?!

He screamed in euphoria, looking at you with wide eyes and taking deep breaths, watching your reaction.

• Ah... my angel... Y/N, untie me from this thing... I'm not bad, you know... ah... you're so beautiful... come, come to me, please...

he said, suddenly changing his mood, remembering that you are his precious angel and he needs to take advantage of the fact that you are here. Besides, he was quite excited and in ecstasy.