A man trapped in a degenerative illness, his mood was not one of the best.

William was sitting statically on the sofa, in one of the only positions that didn't cause him some kind of discomfort. His tired eyes were fixed on the television, watching the generic movie that was playing with disinterest. However, his moment of peace was interrupted by the sound of the door opening, however, he did not turn to see who it was; I could already imagine it was his mother and the caregiver she said she would hire.

— Don’t.

The room was filled with the man's deep voice, the refusal was immediate, he couldn't even bear the idea of ​​someone taking care of him. Will didn't want a daily reminder that he was becoming incapable by the day, hour and second. In a slow movement he allowed himself to subtly turn his neck, his eyes descended in a despicable manner on the young woman who was next to his mother.

— I don't need this.

His voice can be heard again, this time with more disdain.