DAY FOUR

Later that morning after Diego's fever broke, Felipe slept in the chair next to Diego's bed. As a ray of sunshine from the window came through a slit in the drapes, and hit his eyes, Felipe awakened and stretched. He realized where he was, and looked at Diego sleeping peacefully. He went to check his forehead. Still much cooler, his fever has broken, Felipe thought.

Don Alejandro appeared quietly in the doorway. He came over to get Felipe's attention. Felipe hadn't told him about his hearing yet. He thought he'd wait for a better moment.

"Felipe. How is he?" Alejandro looked a bit haggard, but his voice was steady, and he had slept some.

Felipe signed 'no fever.' "No fever? It has not returned? Ah, wonderful! He'll be on the mend now." Alejandro came over to check his son. "Let's change the bandage and let him sleep until he decides to wake up. He needs all the rest he can get."

Around noon, Diego woke up feeling good. He sat up, ate breakfast, then rested. Later, he got up, dressed, and went into the drawing room. Felipe stayed with him keeping a close watch.

It was a turning point day for Diego. He was felt much better. The arm wound was healing. As his bandages were changed by Alejandro & Felipe, they noticed the redness was fading to a pink, and the swelling was going down.

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