Carmen Sandiego Oneshots

Lap Pillow at Ten Part 2-- Red Flower In the Green Grass

Hi y'all!

So I decided to make a Part Two for "Lap Pillow at Ten" because there was an aesthetic to this one-shot idea and why not. Hope y'all enjoy!

And P.S. if you wonder why there's no kissing or anything for most of this is because I technically consider every ship in CS as platonic except for RedCrackle (please don't kill me y'all).

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1 WEEK LATER

3 A.M. IN SINGAPORE

IVY'S POV

To say Carmen's condition got worse was a huge understatement. Even the doctor couldn't do anything about it but recommend the usual 'bed rest'. And even though Shadowsan wanted to stay to take care of Carmen, V.I.L.E got in the way with more operations and he had to go in substitution of Carmen.

Now it is just Zack and me taking care of Carmen.

"She gettin' better, sis?" Zack looks at me, dark eye bags lining his blue eyes as if drawn using makeup. I sigh and rub my eyes, looking at Carmen, who's still twitching in bed, shivering violently despite being wrapped in 3 blankets, and the words come out of my mouth as if they are forbidden, "I don't think so...", struggling not to cry.

Zack leaves, shutting the door, and I turn to the girl, sighing again as I push the warm compress on her further down, and tucking away strands of auburn hair behind her ears.

"Carm," I whisper, part of me believing she won't hear me, "Please get better. We're all worried. Player, Zack, Shadowsan, and me. You got to make it. For us. For me,"

She shifts a little.

So I sit next to her on her bed, beginning another sleepless night of anxiety, concern and extreme worry.

5 A.M.

It's barely been 2 hours, but I get up again, going to the bathroom, turning the faucet on and running my hands under warm water, heading back to Carmen's bed, grabbing one of her hands and cupping it within my two warm ones, the cold a reminder of the events that happened during Stockholm.

"N-no hospital. M-mission, V.I.L.E Operatives."

"What? By who?"

And a single tear drop falls from my face onto the blanket, and is absorbed deep, deep into the layers of fabric.

9 A.M.

Done with his mission to stop V.I.L.E from stealing the Crown Jewels from the United Kingdom, Shadowsan comes into the room after leaving his luggage by the doorway (after emptying it and checking for any trackers, he found one and threw it into the sea), and the first thing he asks is, "How is Carmen?"

I sigh, "It's been a week and she's still wicked cold,"

He steps closed, putting a hand on her blanket.

"Should we take her to the hospital?" His voice loses its confidence, its firmness, its usual monotone.

The question looms in the air, tension so thick I can slice through it with a knife. After a minute or so of contemplating, I shake my head, "Carm wouldn't want to go. She claims that V.I.L.E would find her there. Too much of a risk if they start questioning her identity,"

"But it might be necessary, with her condition getting worse--" Shadowsan stops, the silence cutting through the air. We turn back to Carmen, my subconscious wanting me to roll on the floor crying watching (and listening to) her shivering violently, breaths shaky and, well... long.