"Ah... yeah I guess I am. I use to do this for someone else all the time." Chuuya finished wrapping the bandages. "All done. And again I am sorry about your hand." "It is fine. Do not worry, but what about your own injuries?" "Oh... they will go away don't worry about them." The man nodded. "Well you are welcome to stay for as long as you need uh...?" "Chuuya. Nakahara Chuuya." "Chuuya." The man smiled. "Well you are welcome to stay for as long as you need Chuuya. Also, I am Fyodor. Dostoyevsky Fyodor. My home is your home until you are well."