Isabella sighed as she helped Genevieve out of the bathroom for the tenth time that day. This was becoming a routine for her and she was getting more bad vibes from it.
She helped the already tired and weak Genevieve to her bed and covered her with the sheet.
"Do you need anything? Water, food, or something?" She asked, but Genevieve shook her head.
The thought of food alone was making her nauseous again.
"I…I don't want anything." She replied with her eyes closed.
