You were sick with a fever and had been throwing up all night.

Rudy decided to stay with you, taking care of you and making sure you were okay the entire time.

He walked in with a clean, damp rag to use as a cold compress for your forehead. After he placed it carefully on you, he moved his hand to your cheek and smiled.

"How are you feeling, mi dulce?" He carefully readjusted your blanket. "Well enough to eat, I hope. I have soup on the stove for you when you're ready."