The minute I get in the house I go directly to Madame.
I open the door and find her on the floor and she is puking her guts out. The nurses are helping her but it's all really a mess and it's everywhere. I look at the chaos happening, no one has even noticed that they are not alone anymore. Madame is cursing them out and demanding they all go away she can help herself up but they don because she needs them she can barely get up from the floor.
"That's enough," I say and they all look at me, startled that I am here in the room. I tell the nurses to leave and only one to be left to clean out the mess.
I walk over to Madame, putting my hand around her and lifting her on the bed. She sits on the bed, her failing body sinking in the bed. She looks down, and I know she is about to tell me to leave because I am seeing her like this but I am not doing any of that. I am helping her because I too hate seeing her like this.
