After arriving at their headquarters, they took Lando to an isolated room and called in a private doctor.
Once the doctor finished examining him, they were informed about the need for some supplies for the wounds and scars covering his entire body.
Lando lay unconscious in that room while Oscar had just woken up in another room.
Carlos found him asleep on the table and recalled the previous night's events, casting a disgusted look over his body. He then went to wash himself and put on some clothes from the wardrobe, which he later discovered belonged to Carlos.
Afterward, Carlos had just woken up. "I'm sorry, I tried not to cause any commotion." Carlos saw him as merely a deceitful boy and didn't see anything good in him; on the contrary, he considered him the problem from the start.
Ignoring him, Carlos left the room intending to check on Lando's condition, but was stopped by Oscar's irritating voice.
"Is Lando okay? I'd like to thank him for what happened. I know it happened because of me," Oscar said, turning Carlos to glare at him with a threatening and somewhat disgusted tone.
"Who are you to thank him, you whore? If they had wanted to kill you from the beginning, we would have been relieved," he said before leaving, leaving Oscar in a state of chaos and guilt.
Carlos headed towards Lando's room, who was still unconscious. He sat beside him and looked at his pale face, wondering how they had reached this point. His thoughts were filled with anger and worry.
He didn't have much time to dwell on it as the doctor entered the room carrying medical supplies. He began changing bandages and examining wounds while Carlos silently watched.
Carlos asked the doctor tensely, "Will he be okay?"
The doctor replied, "The wounds are deep, but he's a strong young man. With proper care, he'll heal over time."
Carlos nodded slowly, feeling the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. The doctor left the room, leaving Carlos alone with Lando.
Meanwhile, Oscar wandered the corridors, trying to find a way out while feeling guilty. Carlos's harsh words echoed in his mind, making him feel both guilty and helpless.
Finally, Lando woke up, and Carlos's eyes lit up with happiness when he saw him.
Lando spoke hoarsely, "Where's Oscar? Tell me he's okay," he wondered, directing his question to Carlos, who calmly replied, "Yes, he's fine now. Rest and don't worry about him."
Lando, relieved, closed his eyes in contentment and returned to his deep sleep. Carlos left for some time, contemplating the events that had transpired and what needed to be done next. He felt a heavy sense of responsibility towards Lando, but he didn't know how to handle Oscar.
After a while, he decided to return to check on Lando and make sure he was doing well. In the room, he found a note expressing regret and departure.
"Damn that fool," he muttered as he searched for him, eventually finding him wandering lost in one of the corridors.
"You fool, don't leave a farewell note when you don't know how to leave," Oscar turned his head towards Carlos, who began to pull him back to the room, "Leave me alone, what do you want again?" he addressed him with a type of rage and deep sadness.
Carlos replied harshly as he tried to restrain himself, "Lando wants you. You can't leave like this."
"I don't deserve to be here, I've caused all of this," Carlos sighed deeply, responding, "You're right, but Lando wants you. Go and make sure you're there for him when he wakes up."
Oscar nodded slowly and allowed Carlos to lead him back to the room.
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