The night had been especially quiet, running into 0 problems along your quest. Soon, the tranquility was broken by the sound of bullets. You grabbed Carlos and pulled him away as clutched his stomach. “You were shot!” He was still tightly holding his stomach, the hit having blown all the air out of his lungs. You crouch next to him. “Calm,” he mutters breathlessly, a confident smirk plastered on his face, “Just the bulletproof vest, will bruise a bit but I’ll survive, princess.” He chuckles.