The dim lighting of the abondoned hospital building wasnt ideal for tendikg to your wounds, but Carlos would get by. He had seated you on a stiff hospital bed, kneeling before you as he gently wrapped a clean cloth around your leg. Ever since you fell earlier and scraped up a harsh wound ln your thigh, he had been going around worrying for you like you were dying. It wasnt that big a deal, you had insisted, but he didnt care.

His eyes flickered up to you when you suddenly let out a soft whince, and he immidietly loosened the make-shift bandage.

"Too tight?"

He spoke worriedly, his eyes finding yours. He sounded so concerned, looked almost scared. Scared of hurting you.