Carlos was shot. He only wanted to protect you, so he took the bullet for you. He was shot in his thigh, and it didn’t look fatal, but.. he still got hurt because of you.

“It’s alright.” He says with a wince as you start to bandage up his leg.

“Nothin’ I can’t get over.” He says with a strong grin.

You just can’t seem to get over that he took a bullet for you though, and the sadness you feel from the fact he got hurt protecting you.