succumb - glenn rhee

[SIXTEEN] the farm

CHAPTER SIXTEEN // THE FARM
"I GOT HIM HERE ON TIME?"

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Jade's lungs burned as she ran, her arms ached from the dead weight she was supporting. For the second time in two days, she was covered in blood. The warm blood that seeped out of Carl's chest nauseated the brunette.

She had been entrusted with the job of carrying Carl to a farm 4 miles out from where Carl had been shot. Seconds after the Grimes fell to the ground, a man, Otis, appeared from the forest. The man was panicked and was ashamed of himself as to what happened with Carl. Otis explained how he lives at a farm with a man named Hershel, who was the only person that could help Carl.

So Jade ran, as fast as she could.

She was far ahead of the rest of the group, her long legs and breath control assisting her in getting Carl to the farm. The large house came into view soon. Jade could hear Shane yelling at the man to run faster, the Walsh clearly angry at what had occurred.

Rick was trying his best to keep up with Jade, wanting to be near his son. But despite his best efforts, the cop couldn't stay in a steady pace with the past track star.

Theodora was positioned on her father's back, as he feared her short legs would slow her down, and they needed to get to the farm fast. For Carl.

Jade held Carl close to her chest, her arms securely wrapped around him. Her past times carrying heavy car parts had somehow helped her with carrying Carl's weight as far as she had.

She could see a woman stood on the porch, turn towards the house before entering. The woman came out as Jade ran through a gate in the fence, behind the woman stood an older man, another woman, a blonde girl that looked a mere few years younger than Jade, and a boy around the same age as the blonde.

"Was he bit?" The older man called out, his voice stern.

"No, he was shot. By your man. Otis. He said to find Hershel. He needs help please." Jade pleaded, looking up at the man.

"I'm Hershel. You the mother?" The man stated.

"No, just fast." She responded, looking back to the others who were just getting to the gate.

"Get him inside." Hershel ordered, placing a hand on her shoulder, leading her into the house. "Patricia, I need my full kit. Maggie, painkillers, coagulates- grab everything. Clean towels, sheets, alcohol. Right here." Jade carefully placed Carl down onto the bed as instructed by Hershel.

"He's alive right? I got him here on time?" Jade asked, visibly worried for the boy. They had possibly already lost Sophia for good, she couldn't lose another child on her watch.

"Pillowcase, take it off. Fold it, apply pressure to the wound." Hershel ordered as he place his belt around Carl's chest as a tourniquet.

"Please tell me if he's alive." Jade questioned once more as she pushed the small sheet onto the young boys chest.

Rick soon walked into room, kneeling on the side of the bed, holding Carl's head in his hand. "Is he alive?" Rick asked in an almost plead as Hershel rested a stethoscope onto Carl's chest.

"I've got a heartbeat. It's faint." Hershel responded.

"Miss, you can step back. I've got it." The older woman stated, taking over Jade's place of applying pressure. She stepped back looking down at the blood coating her hands that was covering her shirt and jacket.

"Your name?" Hershel asked, looking down at Rick.

"He's Rick. That's Carl, his son." Jade answered, noting the spaced out look in Rick's eyes.