Nikolay slowly shuffled around his side of the room, folded whites in hand and placing them neatly into drawers or handing them on hangers. He sighed slowly, leaning against his dresser and keeping his head propped up by a hand against his forehead. He was hoping the fever would have subsided by now, but that was wishful thinking. He barely had the energy to get dressed into something proper and was wearing a hooded sweatshirt (Damien's), a t-shirt (also Damien's), and shorts (that were too small for Damien and were subsequently relinquished to Nikolay). He walked around barefoot as he milled around the room to rearrange his things and flopped onto his empty bed that was devoid of sheets except for a lidded box.

"Must retrieve laundry..." he groaned unhappily at the thought of needing to get up again and stared at the box in front of him. Nikolay reached out for the box and popped the lid off to reveal a tightly packed container of photos, letters and random trinkets. In his cleaning adventures he had stumbled, literally across the box. He had accidentally kicked it when he was walking with his bed sheets and cursed the Lord's name as he flopped onto a pile of dirty clothes. Thankfully, the contents remained inside and in order and Nikolay resisted the urge to unpack the contents.