The blonde, who introduced himself by the name of Francis, gave Claude a critical look, studying him. "...red nose, head hot to the touch, chilly body, frequent cough attacks, I'll tell you now that it sounds like a common cold." he sighed before scratching his stubbly chin. "...However, I still want to take some more time and not jump to a conclusion. These symptoms, though are the symptoms of the common cold, are off the charts with how severe they are."

Feliciano smiled and bounced around. "Wow Francis~! You knew all that just from looking at Mr. Spider Claude?! And you didn't even look at him with that scary face! That's great!"

Claude widened his eyes when he heard Feliciano's words. "...Scary f-" he was interrupted by a cough.

Francis turned to Claude and stated a quick, "Conserve your energy and don't talk." before smiling at the young Italian man. "Of course~" he stated. "When little Lovi told me that there was a sick man in his house, I went straight into medical care mode." He then looked back at the large man laying on the couch with a look of utter confusion plastered on his pale face. "Besides, he's not really my type. With how large and straight-faced serious he is, he would most likely be the seme, and I'm not the best uke in the world." Claude's face couldn't decide if it wanted to go up in surprise and shock, or down in even more confusion, so his mouth just hung open. Francis sighed again. "Non. I'll just continue chasing after my own uke. Arthur claims to hate me now, but given time-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Lovino's face went red as a tomato, like it normally does when Francis starts to talk about this topic. "Can you just figure out how to make this Spider Bastard better so he can get OUT of my house?!"

Feliciano stiffened himself and went right up to protest his older brother. "NO LOVI! MR. SPIDER CLAUDE CAN STAY HERE AS LONG AS HE NEEDS!"

"LIKE HELL HE CAN!" the older brother shouted right back in the younger's face. "THE SECOND HE CAN WALK, HE'S WALKING OUT THE DOOR!"

With a sigh, Francis simply gently pushed the two brothers to the other room and out of his way, which the Italians paid no mind to. The duo were too trapped in their own argument. Once the door closed and locked behind the brothers, the blonde returned to his patient. "Please excuse them." he stated. "Ils sont freres."

Claude nodded in response, the coughs keeping him from speaking. Francis then tilted his head as he pulled out medical equipment. "Do you mind explaining how you got in this state of illness?"

The sickly man looked around as Francis placed the thermometer between Claude's lips. His dulled yellow eyes found a bottle of spider poison laid on its side behind a chair across the room. The poisonous liquid spilled out, filling the air with its fumes.

Once the bottle was brought to Francis' attention, he didn't hesitate to hurriedly pick up the bottle and seal it tightly. He threw the emptied bottle in the trash bin after rinsing the poison from the bottle's side and allowing it to swirl down the drain. With the disposal of the bottle completed, he grabbed a wet rag and cleaned the spilled poison from the wooden floor before taking that rag and rinsing out the excess fluids and tossing the rag in the washing machine with a load of towels, sealing the last of the poison from Claude's direct contact.

When he returned to the black haired man on the couch, Francis returned to his medical supplies, as if nothing happened. Glancing over at Claude's look of confusion, the blonde sighed. "Spider Poison is still a poison. Its fumes are just as toxic as the fluid. That could explain why you hadn't gotten any better since Feli and Lovi took you down here."

For the rest of the day, Francis treated Claude, giving the sick spider medicine for the symptoms and helping him build strength again. As the light from the sunset filled the house with its warm glow, the blonde pulled the blanket over Claude's broad shoulders as the sick man slept.

"...Spider Poison caused this?" he asked himself in slight disbelief. "True, the fumes and fluids are still toxic, but it shouldn't affect a human at this degree. There must be something else I missed."

Francis regathered his things and walked over to the room where he forced the Italian brothers into. The second the lock turned, the two exploded out of the door.

"HOW DARE YOU LOCK ME IN A ROOM ALL FUCKING DAY WITH THIS BASTARD! ESPECIALLY IN MY OWN FUCKING HOUSE!"

"FRANCIS, HOW COULD YOU?! I WANTED TO HELP!"

"SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU!" Francis exploded as he pushed the brothers back in the room and closed the door behind himself, leaving the three in the room and Claude alone on the couch. With the brothers now paying their attention to the Frenchman, Francis sighed. "I did what I could for today." he explained. "However, he's still far too sick and weak to move far on his own."

Lovino huffed out a growl and threw his arms in the air, scowling where he assumed there was a God. "Great! Why the fuck do you do this to me?!"

"There's more." Francis stated. "Le monsieur told me that Spider Poison caused him to be like this." he explained. "...Spider Poison is still toxic to all in contact with it, but, for a human...it shouldn't be at this degree." he stated. "Did he indulge in it before getting this sick?"

Feliciano shook his head. "No." he answered. "Lovi just sprayed a drop or two on Mr. Spider Claude."

"Spider Bastard shouldn't have been here to begin with." Lovino explained with crossed arms, his scowl now pointed to Francis.

This confused Francis even more. "You each call him something to do with spiders." he observed. "Please explain something, because I have to know if I am truly the one who must cure monsieur Claude." The brothers paid their full attention to Francis, the blonde's face more serious than normal. "...How can one or two drops of Spider Poison, which is lethal to exoskeletal creatures specifically and could only cause, at worse, a headache for a fully grown man, cause a man as well built as Claude to be fatally ill?"