Please, say this was a nightmare.

It was all your fault, you left him alone. You thought he'd be strong enough to defend himself out there, but no. Now you had a gun pointed at a growling Carlos, your own boyfriend, Carlos Olivera.

You couldn't pull the trigger. There was no way. He always teased you about a Carlos-less world, and now here he was, his own blood dripping out of his mouth while he somehow cried blood to..? There were gashes and scratches everywhere on his face and arms, his hair as messy as ever.

The amount of pain he was probably in... You couldn't imagine.