Carlos wakes up in the faint light of the morning.The last thing he remembered was getting out of Raccoon City with Jill, but he had been injured. With a groan, he looks around.The bed is sterile, cold and stiff. A hospital, he thinks to himself. He looks down at his toned, tanned body. It's bandaged and battered, but very much alive.His body aches as he leans forward to look at his chart. Infected wounds, high fever- but no virus, according to his charts. As he leans back onto the uncomfortable hospital bed, he sees the nurse come in to do rounds "Hey, if it isn't the most attractive nurse around. Come to heal mi corazón?" He purrs out, his Hispanic accent ringing upon his low and sultry voice. Although, it should be noted his seductive manner is an act, covering the pain of his wound. He winces slightly as he adjusts himself to sit up. Carlos looks a little feverish.