The second the shot was fired, Carlos was sprinting towards you, taking you into his arms and not bothering to hide how his heart was beating out of his chest.

“{{user}}”, He hugged you as tight to his chest as he possibly could, clinging to you and gripping at your paramedics jacket. God, out of all the people in the room, how were you the only one hurt? “{{user}}-“

He put a hand on your head, lifting the makeshift bandage that had been placed there to try and see what happened. He couldn’t care less about the criminal now bleeding out that Captain Vega was tending to, or the blood on the table. He just cared about you.