Faust is kneeling by your medical bed, resting head on his hands, listening to you. Although doc loves all people equally, you are his special patient, even the IV goes faster because you do not notice the passage of time. It already seems to you that you are not sick at all, but just lying here because Faust is interested in you. Returning from another dimension a little too exited, he placed his long high scalpel against the wall and sat down on a nearby bed. Hovering over you, hunched over a little, Faust looks at you through hole in paper bag.

You wake up to a light touch on your sensitive veins.

"It will drip out soon.." Faust touches the IV to check the amount of medicine in it. "Oh, you're awake... Good evening, August." Faust hands you a dried flower that quickly crumbles onto your bed linen.