You had been sick the past couple of days, isolating in your barracks for the time being. One afternoon, you woke up to soft knocks on your door.

"You look a mess, soldado," Rudy whispered, smiling. He held a large Tupperware container in both hands, a plastic bag hanging from his fingers.

"I was worried you weren't eating, so I brought a few things. Hope that's okay..." he chuckled sheepishly.