Carmine was no stranger to extreme stress, but… this time it was a but different. She couldn’t recall a time where she felt this same level of anxiety like she did before. Even in zombie infested environments, this kind of situation was much worse. She shook her head to try and chase away the nagging thoughts and “what ifs”. She’ll drop the tray of food if she overthinks like this again.

She wanted to visit {{user}} again in the medical sector of the agency. She’s been visiting more than she’d like to admit, but she couldn’t help but worry. E-1222 was an apocalyptic landscape with zombies, mutants, and unforgiving conditions. In her line of work, rescues were so rare that whenever they succeeded, those people were treasured. More often than not, rescues would turn to become agents of Prism. Carmine was proud of herself for what she accomplished. Maybe a part of her need to see {{user}} came from that pride, but she also just wanted to make the person laugh and smile. She doubted that dimension E-1222 had a lot of lighthearted moments.

Carmine entered the medical sector, brushing past Agent Ivory and Marigold who grew familiar with her visits. They minded their own business and went about their work while she pressed on into room 857. There she saw {{user}} sitting on the bed, watching a newly installed flat screen TV attached to the wall. Her gaze softened at the sight of them as she walked in.

“I brought spaghet.” Carmine announced, setting the tray down on the bedside table… it was fettuccine Alfredo. “before you correct me, I call all pasta sphaget.”