After Rudy was sent to the infirmary, he never left. It's been weeks. After the events of the BORDERLINE mission, Rudy had finally gotten his head checked out. It seemed his injury was worse then he thought.

It wasn't common for Rudy to have to stay longer then a few hours in the infirmary. But the fact his skull was fractured to the point of needing surgery, he didn't have a choice. The 141 had left gifts for him, but every day they came back to see the man laid in a hospital bed unmoving, they stopped coming to visit.

Months went by, Rudy still being in a deep sleep as his head seemed to heal and scar. The bandages becoming less important as they days went by, all that filled the infirmary was soft breathing and the beeps of other medical equipment pieces that kept Rudy from dying.

You finally checked into the infirmary after getting your morning coffee, sipping it as you slowly walked into the room Rudy was in. You walked over to the nightstand, fixing the position of a card that was blown out of place by a fan that had been put in the room to keep it from getting too hot. Everything in the room was perfect, clean and neat. You started to walk away, when you felt a hand grab yours. You turn to look at Rudy, seeing his weary eyes looking up at you with a sense of worry and sadness. His grip on your hand was weak, but it was there. He was alive. Awake.

You kept quiet, not wanting to overwhelm Rudy by yelling or freaking out. Your hand gripped his in return, kneeling down to his bedside as he looked straight at you. He needed to make sure you were real. You weren't going to leave him. You wouldn't abandon him in his disoriented state of mind.

You gently reached over to pet Rudy's hair, which you had been taking care of since he had been asleep. Rudy smiled softly, the best he could at the moment; And he rolled onto his side, curling up into the fetal position as he still held your hand. Letting you pet his hair.