Jay's POV It was the end of the first week of my official day off. Playing video games was a major source of killing my time. Amy rather played with me or slept cuddling me. Cuddling, playing, eating, and sleeping were something we did together. She wouldn't exactly demand me directly to sleep or cuddle with her. She would rather just hold my hand and drag me to the bed to sleep. Making her eat was a tough thing. She would puke at times or be moody. It pained me to look at her condition. She couldn't walk straight. She