Cedric finally quieted down.
I was completely drained, barely managing to toss him onto the sofa like a lifeless sack. I collapsed next to him, panting for air.
He slumped against the cushions, a deep frown etched on his face, looking frail. The sight of him stirred memories of the days when I used to care for him. Back then, I could focus on him without a second thought, but now things were different.
I pulled out my phone and shot Eric a text: I've got Mr. Rosenthal home.
Eric replied: Sorry, Selena, I still can't make it. I'm at the ER right now.
I quickly responded: Don't worry about it. I've got this.
'Poor Eric!' I thought. 'Looked like I'd be handling Cedric on my own.'
I returned to the sofa and sat across from Cedric, studying him carefully. The sight of him in this state
