Meanwhile, his grandfather fared slightly better. He had found some antibiotics in one of the upstairs rooms which they took, hoping to fight off the fevers. Slowly, the medicine started to work, easing the symptoms, but their food situation was becoming dire.
They had long since run out of anything substantial to eat. The flood had swept away most of their supplies, leaving them with rice porridge, a small bit of salt, and a few pickled mangoes. Their meals grew smaller each day, barely enough to keep them going.