Food

"How long was I unconscious?"

"Not many. Just a few hours." Franzi said, "You should thank Osvald. If he hadn't gone to the woods for healing herbs, you might have slept for days."

"I see. I'm hungry." Wain got out of bed.

"Wait! You haven't recovered enough yet!" Franzi uttered.

"What? What do you mean?" Wain stepped forward, and suddenly he felt dizzy.

Crackling.

He lost his balance and fell.

"What the fuck?" Wain was in shock. He didn't understand what had happened.

"Wain, you're too impatient. As Franzi said, it's only been a few hours, your body is at its limit, and you have to let it recover. You can hardly even walk now." Osvald said.

"I'll help you."

Franzi threw her arm around Wain's shoulder and walked to the table with him.

Wain was silent, but you could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't happy with the situation.

'Damn that helplessness, what a disgusting feeling that is.'