I returned 40 minutes later, using my money for his foodstuff. I knocked on his bedroom door. He mumbled, "I am in bed."
I opened the door. The room stunk. I opened the curtains and saw him crumbling on the bed with clothes he probably hadn't changed for days. His hair was disheveled, and he had a newly grown beard.
I approached him, "Larry, I have to clean the room. Go to the bathroom, shower, and put on clean clothes while I fix the room." He just stared at me with a dazed look.
Next, I grabbed his hand and gently pulled him out of the bed, helping him to the bathroom. In his closet, I found a pair of underwear, a shirt, and pants, and placed them with a clean towel on the stool by the shower.
I started the hot water and gazed at him. He just stood there, helpless. I blurted, "Are yo
