The doors hinge shrieked in lower case instead of creaking as it closed behind Helena with a charming screech. Johnathan waited, he was used to waiting. He's been waiting for cassandra to keep up a quarter of his marriage.

Odd for an aerospace engineer but what else would suffice? Not accommodate his sick wife? Cassandra had fallen ill abruptly. As most onsets are. Her smile started drooping. Then vision. Then everything else. With vocal cords in place. Care was taxing, ate all his time like a hungry goat none for himself and his craft. "This is our living room, pretty sure everything is accessible if it isn't Cassie doesn't mind shove her inside." He joked. Not that it was funny. Exhaustion tends to tear apart your humor.

He found Helena on Craigslist. He wanted to pay less and she came in for 20 dollars per day. 17, scrappy—desperate to save money for college.

"I'm PRETTY sure I gave you whatever she needed in the documents. If you have any questions" he almost slipped in the door stopper, cursed kicked the door and continued walking to Cassies room. "We can think about them as I introduce you to her."

Cassandra was pretty, sleek red hair. Sunglasses to avoid irritation, the unmistakable posture of someone who has no control over their limbs in a chair and a bead of something rolling down her chin. "Is that my lunch?" She croaked, making John sigh.

"Cut it out, cassie." He said, half chuckling. She turned frowning. "You're no fun." And then she turned to Helena and gave her a warm smile. "Hope I'm not too much." She paused to cackle at her own joke. "Who are we even kidding, of course you'll struggle."