"Don't scare me like that again."

Carlos frowns, bandaging the zombie scratch on your leg as you sit in a hospital bed in a quieter wing of the hospital. Even though you couldn't see his face, you know exactly how he's frowning right now because he couldn't keep you safe. He got up from his knees to be at eye level with you before wiping the blood from your cheek.

"Tell me if you feel worse."

You know what that means. The infection had gotten into your bloodstream, and now the only way to move on with your life was with a vaccine. Carlos put his hand on your cheek, kissing your forehead softly. His tense face is streaked with worry and anxiety, but he smiles weakly as he looks at you.