The sound of a cough made you turn around instantly. Walking over to the table, you poured water into a glass and held it out to Alejandro.

“I could have done it myself...” he said hoarsely, watching as you carefully guided the straw to his lips.

You smiled back, letting him know that you weren’t at all bothered by this. But inside, you wanted to cry, knowing that your dreams of a normal family had been shattered the moment Alejandro ended up in the hospital, having lost his arm because of a job you had always hated.