Wonderings: Weak Legs

“Amelia?” The moment I entered the room, I noticed how messy it was. There were scattered sloths on the floor, bits and pieces of paper which I assume are receipts from the pharmacy. I walked inside trying to find Amelia or anyone. I saw the door to the bedroom was slightly ajar so I proceeded to walk over there with caution. As I opened the door further, I saw her. 

“Amelia?” I called out. She was laying on the bed, on her side and her back was turned to me. When I called out her name, she flinched and was surprised. Maybe she was surprised to hear someone else’s voice all this time. 

“Terrence?” Her voice was weak and it cracked all too easily. She only said my name but it felt like she didn’t have the strength to say anything. She sat up and turned to me. She had grown thin and pale, totally different