I took Mum upstairs and wheeled her to the nearest room. The doors were open, and I walked inside, my eyes taking it in.
It had matching furniture, was kept clean, but was empty. I swallowed, then led her to the bed. Gently, I put her in, then tucked her, grateful for the fact that she didn't wake up despite all of the hurdles of climbing the stairs.
I smoothened the covers out, then slowly stepped out of the room, turning off the lights and closing the door behind me.
I walked downstairs, and Fabian was behind the counter, slowly chopping vegetables, his brows drawn, his lips set in a small frown.
"Thank you," I said, pushing my hands into the pockets of my pants. He looked up, then simply nodded and went back to cutting vegetables.
I made my way closer to him, then slowly sat on the
