"Grandpa!" Franzi exclaimed, running up to the old man lying in bed.
"Oh, Franzi, hi, how are you feeling?" The old man said with difficulty. His eyes were faded and dark. Life was slowly leaving him.
"You need to worry about yourself right now, not me. We've got the cure, and we'll cure you now."
"What...? Really? You got it?"
"Yes, here." Franzi showed the old man the flowers and handed them to Irma.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine in a few hours. We won't let you die." Irma went to the table and squeezed the juice out of the flowers.
"Well yeah, you almost died trying to save your old man." Wain said carelessly, entering the room.
"It doesn't matter!"
"Oh, who is this young man?"
"They saved us, and in fact, we were able to pick flowers thanks to them. A spider like you attacked us, and I hate to admit it, but Irma and I didn't have enough strength to overpower it." Franzi smiled awkwardly.
