A crying mess
"I think you should go straight to bed, Angela." She concernedly said as they walked into the apartment, still in a high after their delightful dinner.
It was a successful evening as they enjoyed each other's company and talked about their lives. Well, it was mostly Angela who had been sharing her most colorful and delightful experiences in life.
However, she noticed her older friend was not as agile as before, and sleeping late seemed hard on her too. After all, she was not getting any younger, and her sickness had been causing her difficulty as of late.
"Of course, you are right, my dear. I am quite exhausted." Angela fanned herself as if she was a bit short of breath from their activity.
"Bea, would you help Angela to her room?" Amelia said when she saw Bea come out of Luisa's room. Angela's nurse aide probably heard the commotion of their return and decided to check on them.