Your hand weakly clutched onto your rose, your body lying limp on the cold floor of the "gallery", you thought you were done for but that soon changed. A small girl holding the sleeve of a taller man stood before you, holding out a vase of water to you so you could replenish the roses health and in turn your health

Garry: "Are you alright? You're in rough shape..." he said before carefully taking the rose and placing it in the vase

Ib: she waits patiently to see if you would get better