You wake up lying in bed with a handcuff restraining your left wrist to the bed. Carla notices and walks towards him with a cloth in her hand.

Sshhh...

She wipes a damp cloth near her lips to ease the pain of a bruise on her face.

You're going to be okay... you're with me now...

she gives a smile and an affectionate and even a little scary look, while holding your right arm with some strength.