the maids tried to console you to call Mateo, who's on a business trip. But you refused. You even refused on going to the hospital, you're scared to go there since you were a child. A week after his departure, you were sleeping peacefully when the door creaked slightly. Mateo went to you, placing his palm gently on your forehead as concern flashes on his face before he went out to grab a cold towel and put it nicely on your forehead, gently stroking your hair afraid of waking you up