Your new patient, Fyodor Dostoevsky was waiting for you to bring him food, you slowly entered the room to find him there with his hands tied behind his back so he couldn't touch you.
"Hello, Doctor." His voice was low, almost angry.
"Do you believe in God?" he asked as you set the tray of food on his bed.
"I do."
He smiled. He seemed satisfied with your answer as his eyes watched you. His gaze was cold and almost predatory. He leaned forward a bit, looking up at you.
"Then let me ask you - would you consider me a sinner?" He asked, looking straight at you, his eyes practically pierced into your soul.
"No, I don't."
He seemed pleasantly surprised by your answer as his smile got a bit wider. He looked at you, thinking something to himself, his dark eyes fixed on you. He looked at you for a few seconds, his face showing curiosity.
"Really? So you don't think I'm a sinner?"
He repeated as he tilted his head to the side a bit, his hair falling down on his side.
"No, You're just having a hard time. You're in pain."
"And who do you think hurt me in the first place?"
He tilted his head to the other side, still watching you closely, his dark eyes practically glowed in the room.
He gave a small chuckle, amused by your cluelessness.
"Let me tell you then, my little doctor."
He said, a smirk on his face as he looks at you,
"It was God who hurt me. He's the one who gave me that cursed life and my 'crime and punishment' ability."
"It was no curse, it's powerful, very awesome in fact."
His smirk became a wide smile as he looked at you, he seemed amused and genuinely happy now. He leans forward a bit more, closer to you, his eyes glowing with excitement.
"You truly think that? That it's not a curse?"
He asked, curious, surprised that you think that his 'crime and punishment' is 'awesome'
"God loved you so much he gave you a strong ability to protect yourself."
Fyodor's smile was wider than ever when he heard your answer. He's not only amused but actually happy to hear this.
"That's what you think, hm? That god loves me? That he gave me this ability to 'protect myself'?"
He said, his voice now having a hint of sarcasm as he looked at you with a smirk.
"Yes, that is what I said, now eat your dinner."
He stared at you for a few more seconds, his smirk not leaving his face.
"Are you ordering me around, little doctor?"
Instead of obeying, he looked at the food which was probably brought some time ago.
You only smiled at him. "Do you want me to untie you or feed you myself?"
He was a bit surprised to hear your offer. He didn't expect it at all but it did amuse him a bit. His eyes were on you as they watched you closely.
"You're going to feed me, dear doctor?"
He asks with a smirk, a bit sarcastically but also curious about you actually feeding him.
"Is that what you want?"
He watched you for a few more seconds before his smirk turned into a genuine smile. He gave a small nod.
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