Life after the Civic Eye...was hard for all of them.
Grandpa hadn't taken it well. At all. He would spend all of his time at home, mostly in his room. And he seemed to be...ill.
He was coughing, he moved around less...
Isaac himself, had taken the burden of bringing money in for Grandpa and Birger, he'd quickly paint any type of paintings he could sell, be it his old sketches or new landscapes and paintings, he'd take all of them to the market. He'd sell all he could...buy basic essentials from the market itself and then come home. Just to do it all over again.
Birger had to stay home to take care of Grandpa, he'd give him stews and run the smaller errands that Isaac used to run.
And both of them were really missing their jobs at the Civic Eye.
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Isaac returned back home after another day of sitting beside his paintings and barely breaking even.
"Isaac! How'd the day go? Have some luck today?" Asked Birger.
"Nope. Same as last time. Here's the vegetables enough for our supper and Grandpa's stew tomorrow..." said Isaac as he handed him the bag of essentials.
"Yeah...thank god I learned cooking back at the tribe..." said Birger as he kept the vegetables in the kitchen.
"God...this lifestyle is killing me...and this definitely won't be enough to pay the loan. I think we should scrouge up all the finances we and Grandpa have...and plan forward." Said Isaac as he sat down.
"Yeah...when Grandpa gets better, I'll try to get a job too!" Said Birger.
"I don't know if you'll get one at the market though..." Questioned Isaac.
"Hey...didn't that guy who tried to sell me fake stuff gave you his address or something?" Asked Birger.
"Are you...suggesting...that you want to work for him?" Asked Isaac.
"Well...it's the only option we have." Said Birger.
Birger and Isaac just sat in silence...until they heard Grandpa was having a long...almost violent sounding coughing fit.
"Birger...is...is Grandpa okay?" Asked Isaac as he looked towards the direction of his room.
"I'll go check." Said Birger, as he walked into Grandpa's room.
The sight he saw was terrifying. Grandpa was laying on his bed...coughing...with blood coming out of his mouth.
"ISAAC! GRANDPA'S BLEEDING FROM HIS MOUTH!" yelled Birger as Isaac rushed inside.
"Shit! Shit! Quickly get him support! We'll need to take him to the nearby hospital!" Said Isaac as he gestured Birger to quickly get Grandpa up.
Isaac and Birger quickly supported Grandpa on their shoulders, as they quickly carried him towards the hospital.
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The hospital...was basically an extended part of the nearby Church of the Goddess.
Isaac had learned about the Goddess in his time before his civilian life. It was said she blessed King Finneas into defending the human race, and she had a church in every town of the Kingdom, and an entire pantheon to her name...but that wasn't the matter of concern right now.
Isaac and Birger were currently sitting next to Grandpa's bed in the overcrowded hospital, patients laying on every bed, nuns carrying stews and medicines in and out towards the patients.
One of the nuns approached Isaac and Birger, as they looked over Grandpa.
"Young Sons...can I talk to you for a moment?" Asked the nun.
"Yes...what's the problem, sister? Will...Grandpa be okay?" Asked Isaac as Birger sat back in silence.
"I'm afraid to say...we don't know if the Goddess can bless him with more life...we don't know what' wrong with him...and we can't provide any medical help...we can only take care of him until..." the nun leaves it at the pause. But Birger and Isaac immediately understood what she meant...
"Is there...anything we can...do to help?" Asked Birger desperately, as Isaac just sat there in grim silence.
"We don't know...all I and you can do is offer our prayers..." said the nun as she left.
Isaac seemed offended, as he and Birger stayed by Grandpa's bedside, before they left, just when they had lost something they held dear to their hearts, they now were about to lose someone they held dear to their hearts.