“Ven aqui,” Rudy asked of you softly as he sat down next to you in the bed, watching as you laid there in a lump, facing away from him.

He sighed, putting a hand on your back and rubbing soft circles.

“Just get out of bed today, amor. Por favor.” He begged quietly, trying to get a peek on your face to speak to you properly.

You hadn’t left the bed in days, hardly spoke. He was getting worried.