Sophia
I hope I mean well.
Two days had passed, and Ricci wasn't showing any sign of recovery. I couldn't deny it took a heavy toll on me.
This wasn't what ruining him would feel like. It couldn't feel like this because I had been exhausted out of my brain.
I had to say, I couldn't trust the maids with him; his nightmares kept recurring, and I was worried he would do something stupid.
Right now, I was up the stairs to his room, a tray of herbal tea in my hand.
He had, of course, emptied his bowels, and I knew I needed to call the doctor again.
Was he terminally ill or something?
I moved to his bedroom; Ricci would be lying in bed, seeking me with his eyes if he wasn't asleep.
He sat up a little when I went to him, which was a good change. I moved towards him and dropped the tray o
