Hear her voice in my head...
CARLOS
"You'll never be good enough!" Cruella
"Why won't you just die already?!" Cruella
"Where did you get that scar, boy?! Answer me!" Cruella
"Who gives you shelter?! A roof over your head?! You damn ingrate! Get me my furs!" Cruella
"You're going to stay in here until you learn not to cross Cruella De Vil!" Cruella
CLANG. A torn leg. Cover it up with long pants.
CRASH. A bleeding head. Dizzy doesn't ask questions.
FWOOSH. A burned arm. Mother threw out a leather coat. Evie will make it look entirely different.
SHINK. Make the pain go away, sweet steel.
Carlos won't move. Can't. He's nearly dead, so moving wouldn't help. Swirling masses of colors surround him. Is this what it feels to die? Brownish-blue is the last color he sees.
"He's losing vitals!"
"His heart is failing!"
"We need a transfusion!"
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"Carlos, stay with me. Please."