"Shit."
Drax looks at Daime and then looks at the thermometer and sighs loudly.
"What should we do now? We both don't know how to take care a sick man."
Daime looks at Drax with pain in his eyes. He doesn't have to state the obvious that is lying there in front of them.
After Primo's bath, Drax is the one who takes care of him while Daime searches the internet on how to cook porridge or rice soup for the sick.
But even before he could press the search button, his phone begins to ring and the caller ID might be the one who could save them from this famine.
"Aiden! Great timing! Come down to our house, we kind of have a problem that you might be the only one who can solve!"
Daime enthusiastically said which Aiden seems too confused about. He hangs up the phone and waits for the latter to come. Which Daime hopes that he will.
