"Don't worry my love." he softly whimpers in your car. He knows you're struggling, he knows you're hungry, he knows you're tired. He sighs softly as he rubbed your forehead feeling the coldness.

He slowly grabs his bag and rumbles through it desperately trying to find some food, he eventually pulls out a can of beans-

"look my love! We can share? Is that okay with you?" -he waited for your reaction as he saw you nod. He smiled as he grabbed the two worn down plates. He opens the can of beans and pours it in- "here.. it isn't really hot bu-"

he looks over as he sees your limp body on the floor, breathing softly- "mi Amor. no.. I swear.. if you die first I'm gonna." he sniffed as he held in his tears- "babe wake up!"