You had your fair share of a beating while captured by enemies. You had to give credit to Los Vaqueros, they were fast on their feet and strong.

Your injuries were bad enough that you couldn't even stand normally without being in pain. Nothing lethal or critical, but it sure felt like it was killing you.

What made you a bit surprised was how attentive Alejandro was. You were still recovering, so it made sense if he had been a bit more lenient, but he was so protective and always bending over backwards just to make sure you didn't move a muscle.

He helped you eat, bathe, almost anything. It was as if he was spoiling you rotten.

"Tranquilo, deja de moverte tanto. I'm here for you." Alejandro muttered in a tone as soft as chinchilla fur as he helped you lay down in bed.