I Am Here (TWD)

Part 10

I let out a scream as I ran over to him, there was a bullet wound in his torso, I was in utter shock.

"No, Carl, No!" Rick cried.

I take off my flannel and pressed it against the wound, its too close to his lungs, he could die.

"Rick." I say as my tears fall down my face.

"I didn't see him, I-I didn't see him." I hear a voice. "I know a doctor, Hershel can help you."

I shuttered as Rick scooped Carl in his arms, but I couldn't move.

"Rei. Come on.!" Shane says.

I picked myself up, running after Rick, I've never seen him run so fast in my life, I sniffed.

"Come on keep up! You shit head!" Shane growls at the man.

"Calm down!" I ushered.

"How far? How far?" Rick trembled.

"Another half mile. That way." The man says pointing. Rick continued even if he was out of energy, I continued to follow even if my legs were throbbing. Shane continued to hassle the man, I don't blame him, neither do I blame the shooter.

"Please be gentle, Shane." I beg.

"Just keep going, Rei, Go!" He shouts.

After another minute we come across a white two story house, thats it. Rick stops but I keep pushing him. I'm shaking but It's okay, I will make sure Carl will live. As we get closer, five people come onto the porch, they looked weary.

"Was he bit?" Asked the oldest man.

"Shot." Rick struggled to hold his body. "By your man."

"Otis?" Asked a blonde woman.

"He said to find Hershel. Is that you?" I asked breathlessly.

"Help me! Help my boy!" Rick cries and it just broke me.

"Get him inside. Get him inside." Hershel says making way into the house. I'm shaking as I walked in the front, I can't breathe right, I'm having a panic attack.

"Carl." I gasped as a blonde girl catches me.

"It's okay. Calm down." She cooed me holding my forearms, but she is called away and I fall into the doorway and hyperventilated and cried. I pushed my way out of the screen door, and pushed myself till I was on my back, trying to get my breathing under control.

Rick comes back onto the front porch and he was freighted beyond anything I had ever seen. He looks down at me and looked back at him blinking my tears away.

"It's okay, it's going to be okay." I whispered.

"Is he alive? Is he alive?" Asked Otis.

Rick has no words as he wiped his forehead and blood smears across it, I turned away and looked at the wall. But a second later I am picked up by Shane as he carried me into the house. He helps me walk into the bedroom Carl is in, there I see him on the bed, unresponsive and pale as Hershel seemed to have stopped the bleeding.

"Do you know his blood type?" The old man asked.

"A- positive. Same as mine." Rick answered.

"That's fortunate." He says. "Don't wander far, I'm going to need you. What happened?"

"I was tracking a buck, the bullet went through it. Clean through." Otis tells him.

"The deer slowed the bullet down, which definitely saved his life. But it did not go through clean, it broke off into pieces. If I can get the bullet fragments out, I'm counting six." Hershel says.