Cuts and Burns//C.G

Chapter 15: Im not a baby

     I sat next on a bed as beth cleaned me up. She helped me take my shoes off so i was just in my socks.

"Is this your blood?" Beth asked me as she wiped my face.

"No, walker got in top of me. Guts spilled out. Blagggg!!" I say pretending to rip guts out of me. Beth laughed slightly as she continued.

"We missed you." She says making me smile.

"I miss you guys too." I say rubbing my hand. Beth looked down at my hand.

"What happened?" She says starting to wipe blood of my right hand.

"Punched some asshole who shot michonne." I say pulling my hand way.

"It's nothing." Beth rolled her eyes as she continued.

"I'll tell dad to take a look at it." I just chuckled at her.

"How was it out there?" I turn to see carl standing in the door way.

"Rough, learned a lot though. Michonne is amazing." I say with a smile.

"You'd like her, dry but like I said. Id definitely be dead if it wasn't for her." Carl nods and continues to watch beth clean me up.

"You wanna change?" Beth ask me as she finished up.

"Yeah, I probably should. I might need help though, my back is killing me." Beth nods and stands up. I take my cloak off and beth motions for carl to leave. She helps me take off my shirt and I heard her gasp.

"Oh my god, your back looks awful." She says as I try to turn and look at it.

"It can't be that bad." I say as she runs her hands down my back.

"Let me go get daddy." She says making me roll my eyes.

"Fine." I say sighing as I went to grab my jeans. I slowly took off my pants and put my jeans on. I grabbed my sweatshirt but waited to put it on until dad came to look at me.

"Let me see her!" I hear michonne yell.

I peak my head out to see her yelling at rick. I grab my sweatshirt and quickly run downstairs not caring if I didn't have a shirt on. I had a sport bra on so I didn't care. Michonne calmed down once she saw me.

"I'm ok michonne." I say walking to them.

"Dad can look at me down here." I saw walking out of the cell block. Michonne followed behind me as I put my sweatshirt on the table.

"Still have it?" Daryl say picking it up.

"Of course, probably wore it all winter." I say with a small laugh. Michonne ran her hand down my back.

"What happened?" Rick ask as my father motioned for me to sit down.

"We were fighting some assholes." I say as my fathers very cold hands ran across my back.

"Looks like your just bruised. Took one hell of a hit." He says as daryl hands me back my sweatshirt.

"Saved me." Michonne says as I smile.

"How'd it happen?" Rick ask as I turn so my dad could look at my hand.

"A guy went to attack michonne. I jumped on his back and michonne kicked him in the balls. He then fell back on me to get me off him." Daryl let out a small laugh.

"Looks sprained, let me guess. You punched someone?" My father asked making me giggle.

"Hopefully broke his nose." I say proudly as rick let out a small laugh. My dad finished looking at me and headed to sit down. Said I probably have an concussion but i'll be fine.