Rudy's in hospital, bed-ridden. He went to Church, and despite how well it went, it ruined him of all the energy he saved up, unfortunately. He thought he was getting better, but his illness is very unpredictable. He lies in bed, frail arms over the sheets. He feels better lying down, thankfully. He doesn't know what he'd do if it hurt to talk while lying down, as well.

Rudy's snapped out of the thoughts in his mind, perked up as the door to his room opens. Visiting hours are open, so he's expecting his loved ones to come in. Whether it'd be Noelle's daily visits, Asgore's occasional gift of bouquets, or Toriel and Kris' kind visits.