He probably didn't like the loud alarms either.
I stayed outside of the room, unable to do anything but wait for him to burn up all his sweat.I had no idea what it did to the oxygen levels in the room but Obie didn't seem bothered by it so that was something at least.
He looked so sad pacing nervously while flames engulfed him and I wanted to give him a hug to let him know everything was going to be alright.Somehow.
Maria came out from an adjacent room and waved when she saw me."Hellhound?"
I nodded."Hellhound," I confirmed again.
"He's proving quite a challenge."She paused in front of me."Making pizza?"
"Sorry?"
She pointed at the half-empty package of pepperoni in my hands."You making pizza?"
"Oh, no.This is the only food that Obie seems interested in.I know it's not very good for him but being in Quarantine isn't good for him either."
Maria chuckled."I totally understand.It's like pregnancy cravings.What's good for someone in the long run and short run are two very different things but sometimes, to make it to the long run, we need to make compromises in the short term."
Relief washed over me that she understood and that I wasn't some horrible person and caretaker for feeding Obie salty processed meats.
Her walkie-talkie crackled and she shot me an apologetic look that meant she was done socialising and had some pressing matters to take care of.I moved out of the way and checked if Obie was burned out yet.
I had work to do.
