Angsty bsd short stories. (Majority is not all.)

Care for Mykola

As the winter wind howled outside, Fyodor looked down at him with concern. His friend had fallen ill, and his body was wracked with coughs and chills. Fyodor knew that Mykola wouldn't be able to go out for days, and he didn't want to leave him alone in his illness. So he decided to stay at home and care for his friend until he was well.

Fyodor made sure that He was warm and comfortable, wrapping him in blankets and bringing him hot tea with honey and lemon. He sat by Mykola's bed, holding his hand and telling him stories to take his mind off the illness.

As the hours turned into days, Fyodor continued to care for Mykola, doing everything he could to help his friend recover. He cooked warm meals and brought them to Nikolai's bedside, making sure that he was getting the nutrition he needed. He also made sure that Nikolai was taking his medicine and getting plenty of rest.

Despite his best efforts, Mykola's condition didn't improve as quickly as Fyodor had hoped. He became more and more worried as the days went by, watching as Mykola's coughing fits grew more intense and his fever spiked.

Fyodor knew that he needed to take action to help his friend recover, so he started to research remedies for Mykola's illness. He spent hours pouring over medical texts, talking to doctors and pharmacists, and trying different treatments to find something that would work.

 Fyodor's efforts seemed to be in vain. Mykola's condition remained the same, and Fyodor started to feel helpless and frustrated. But he refused to give up, determined to find a way to help his friend recover.

After several days of experimentation, Fyodor found a treatment that seemed to make a difference. He mixed a special concoction of herbs and spices, brewed it into a tea, and gave it to Him. Almost immediately, Mykola's coughing fits started to ease, and his fever began to drop.

Over the next few days, Mykola's health continued to improve. Fyodor continued to care for him, but he could see that he was starting to get back to his old self. He laughed at Fyodor's jokes and started to talk about the things he wanted to do once he was well.

As the days passed, Fyodor and Mykola's bond grew even stronger. Fyodor felt grateful that he had been able to help his friend through his illness, and he felt lucky to have someone like Fyodor in his life. They spent long hours talking and sharing stories, and they knew that they had each other's backs no matter what.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mykola was well enough to leave the house. Fyodor walked him to the door, waving goodbye as h stepped out into the cold winter air. As he watched his friend disappear into the distance, Fyodor knew that he had done everything he could to help Nikolai through his illness.

And even though he was tired and drained from all the care he had given, Fyodor felt a sense of satisfaction and joy that he had been able to be there for his friend when he needed him most.