I kept a close watch on Fernando all night to ensure he didn't hurt himself. The next morning, I went down to the kitchen to prepare his breakfast. When I entered the room with the tray in hand, I caught him trying to sit up, and I could see the pain written on his face.
"Are you going somewhere?" I asked him.
"I don't want to stay cooped up here all day," he replied.
"Your ribs won't heal quickly if you keep moving around." I approached him and placed the tray on the bedside table. It was Sunday that day. "Eat something, and then I'll help you take a bath."
"Are you going to shower with me?" he asked with a smile.
"If you behave, yes," I gave him a small kiss. "So, let's eat."
I assisted him with eating because every time he raised his arm, it seemed to pain him. After we finished e
