' just hang on, okay? '
miscellaneous angst starters. ( accepting. )
her frantic searching for anything to help stop the bleeding was endearing to say the least, especially since he really tried to not tell her in a way that would cause panic. but hey, this was rabid, raccoon city and with the streets on fire and hordes of the undead crawling around, carlos figures she probably wouldn’t want to be alone facing this shit and his company was probably welcoming in the same breath. maybe. he doesn’t really get the impression that umbrella is a loved company by its people after all these years-- another thought that needs to wait. the sound of her knocking something off one of the shelves is enough for the injured man to push himself up and gently place a hand on her shoulder. ❛hey, relax. i’m not going to bleed out or something, i promise. just give me a second to catch my breath and we’ll keep going to the subway.❜
