Resident Evil Oneshots

{Carlos Oliveira x Reader} - What's Next After This?

It had been a rough couple hours for you, starting off with the incident in Raccoon City. Your squad you were in were called to go and rescue survivors from the city so they wouldn't get infected by this virus that was unleashed. While you thought you would be in and out of there no sweat it turned out your initial thought about the whole plan was wrong. Sending you into a sort of spiral of events that led to you barely escaping the city before it was blown to pieces in a helicopter flown by your partner you have stuck by throughout everything. It was a rough few hours under an extreme amount of pressure. The ride out of there is your only sense of relaxation since you could finally breathe without the thought of being killed constantly running through your mind. 

Yet that relaxation was cut kind of short to your liking once you made it to the nearby city to finally gather your thoughts. The whole situation was a nightmare to begin with and although you made a new friend with Miss Valentine you lost many due to the virus outbreak in the city. No matter the drinks in the bar you three had after the incident before you separated from each other could you not think about what had happened. The agony on their faces as they were taken, hurt, eaten or worse. The sound of Carlos and Jill talking wasn't even enough to drown them out. Hearing them speak of what to do next with everything going on. What truly happened in that city was beyond what any of you even knew, all you could understand was the people you were working for weren't what they seemed. If they found out you both were still alive and kicking more then likely you wouldn't be alive much further.

It was a sick and twisted game the more you thought about it, throughout the early morning in the helicopter, the drinks at the bar, or the trip to the hotel you would be staying in until you had a plan of what you were doing next. While you laid in bed trying to make sense of the situation all you could do was stay silent in the dark as Carlos slept in bed beside you. Repressing the need for a cigarette you just laid there staring at the ceiling. Feeling unable to sleep in these conditions let alone the fact that you had drank a little too much for your liking in the first place. You slowly sat up in your bed, running your hands through your hair as sweat beads started to drop from your brow and neck. The room was spinning around you as you sat there with your bed sheet barley against your body. Tears started to form in the corners of your eyes as you just stared down at your lap in front of you blankly.

The floor was cold as you slipped out of your bed, feeling the ground beneath you hesitantly as you started to stand without falling. You couldn't help but stumble and fall as you began to walk to the bathroom. Feeling your stomach twist and turn with each movement as vomit slowly started to crawl up your throat. Your hand fumbled with the bathroom door, falling to your knees as you clung on to the toilets rim. Feeling everything you had just ingested comes up within seconds. All the time you spent downing your drinks at the bar as you sat in your own thoughts, only for it to come up more quickly then it went down. Your stomach clenched as more slipped out of your mouth, burning your throat as the acid laced within your vomit came up. Tears slipped down your cheeks as your knees sank further into the floor. Gasping for air as you coughed and hiccuped, spitting out the leftover saliva that coated the inside of your mouth to get the horrible taste to leave already. The sick feeling had died down yet the more your thoughts sabotaged you the more you felt came up. 

"Y/n....are you alright?" You heard his sleepy voice ask from the door way, seeing you hunkered over the toilet rim as you cried silently to yourself. Carlos rubbed his eyes of exhaustion, clearing out the haziness so he could see you better. Frowning at the state of you once he saw you struggling to keep anything down. Hearing you as your hands gripped the toilet seat once more, the sound that made him wince in disgust as round three had started. Slowly he entered the bathroom as well, grabbing your hair tie that lay on the sink's counter. His fingers ran through your hair, pulling it back as best he could like he always would if you would get sick. Noticing how you were shaking as you sat there, his hand pressed against your back. Rubbing circles to try and soothe you as he sat down on to the floor slowly.