Act As A Loving Wife

Romero didn’t respond, his back still turned to her. Minutes passed, and the silence between them grew thicker. Carmen refused to move, determined to see him take his medication, no matter how long it took.

But as time stretched on, fatigue began to take its toll on her. The day had been long, and her legs were already aching from running around. Before she knew it, her eyelids grew heavy, and despite her best efforts, she drifted off into an exhausted sleep right there on the floor, the medication still in her hand.

Romero, after what seemed like an eternity, turned to check if Carmen had given up and left. Instead, he was met with the sight of her asleep, her head placed on the edge of his bed, her breathing soft and steady.

Romero snorted, finding it oddly amusing that she had fallen asleep waiting for him. But the amusement was quickly masked by his usual cold attitude. He tried to turn away, but something kept his gaze locked on her.