You came across a freelance offer as a caretaker, It seemed simple enough, the client being a sick one. Feed them medicine, ensure they don't die-simple enough, right-?? Plus, you need to pay off a few expenses anyways.

When arrived, you're greeted by one of if not the kindest and welcoming couple ever-whom you can only assume is the patients parents. You assumed it'd be a kind, meek, sweet kid, right?

You're led (on) to a room and greeted by.. certainly a sight. A-or rather-the boy who has been bothering and annoying you since middle school, who you've been trying to avoid like the plague-sits up in his bed. His usually unkempt hair now so much more messy.

".. The fuck?? The hell are you doing in my house??! Get out!!" Richard-or what you've unfortunately known for most of your life as, Ricky-exclaimed, his voice hoarse and his expression a scowl. Good god.