Love Story

Chapter 3

After you met everyone in the prison's courtyard, you had to go inside and meet the rest. Carl and you were heading to one of the prison buildings. Carl had butterflies in his stomach because he was so glad he got to spend time with you. Just the two of you. He tried to move on slowly by taking your hand. You felt something weird but lovely at the same time. You were nervous about it, but glad about it as well. After a few seconds of holding your hand as you walked, he asked," Do you mind?" "No, no it's fine. We are friends right?" You asked with a big smile. "Best friends." he said blushing. After a few minutes he started swinging your hand back and forth. As you were walking you lost our footing and tripped over a rock. Carl fell off too. He was the first one on the ground. Then you fell on top of him by accident. You were both blushing really hard. "Um..I-i-m sor-sorry...." You said. "Oh no! It was my fault sorry!" Carl said with a red face. Carl got up first and stretched out his hand. You put your hand on his and tried to get up when you felt a horrible pain. "OUCH!" You screamed. "What's wrong Y/N?!?!" Carl asked extremely worried. "I don't know i think i'm bleeding, i'm fine don't worry." "No it's not okay! You aren't okay! I have to get you inside!" You looked at Carl, he looked very worried. Before you knew it, Carl was holding you in his arms. He had picked you up from the ground and carried you to block C where everyone was. "Y/N you are bleeding too much! Please stay with me! Don't leave me!" Everything was white for you. All the noises around you were fading. Even Carl's voice. The last thing you heard him say was "Y/N please stay with me! I love...." Then everything turned white. You opened your eyes. You were confused at first. All you could see was a roof and a fan hanging from it. You were cold, the cell was cold. You slowly raised your hand, and touched one of the walls. It was cold, but refreshing at the same time. You loved that fresh cold air inside the cell. It had been so many years since you felt an actual air conditioner, or a fan. You could finally see clearly and rested your head on a wall. You were on a bottom bunk inside a small cell. There was a backpack on one of the corners and some canned goods. Ammo and a few other weapons. The bunk bed was so soft. Softer than anything you had ever felt before. Then you felt something warm. Something so warm that you started blushing. Then you moved around a bit, and felt an arm, then a hand. You knew it. You so knew it. It was Carl. He was sleeping next to you at the edge of the bunk bed. With a pocket knife in his hand and his other arm holding you as if trying to protect you in his sleep. You were enjoying it so much. He finally woke up, so you pretended to be asleep. "Look at her." Carl whispered as if trying not to wake you up. "She looks like an angel when she sleeps." He had such a big smile on his face. Finally you didn't hear his voice and you thought he was asleep. You were about to open your eyes when you felt warmth on your forehead. You felt Carl's soft lips kissing your forehead. It lasted a few seconds, but you still liked it so much. Then Carl put his arms around you again to protect you. You blushed until you looked like a tomato. Then a few hours later you opened your eyes. Carl was playing around with his pocket knife. But this time he was holding your hand. "Hey." you whispered. "Oh you're awake.." he said smiling. "Oh sorry!" He said blushing. "You need your space." he said getting up from the bed. "No no it's fine." He got back in the bed. "Oh then how's your leg?" You looked down. "Oh i didn't even remember that." Your leg was carefully bandaged and it had a medium-sized blood stain in the middle. "Oh my leg is fine i don't feel pain anymore." You started to take off the bandage. "Let me do it please." Carl said in a sweet voice. He carefully unwrapped the bandage and got some alcohol out of his backpack. He got a tissue and dipped it in the alcohol. He softly wiped it all over your wound. You noticed it was sown. "Who sewed my leg?" You asked. "Oh his name is Hershel, he is a doctor." said Carl still treating your wound. "Oh well i'm glad it was someone who knew what they were doing." Carl finished wiping your wound and put away the alcohol. "Better?" He asked. "Better." you said smiling. Carl helped you up and held u by the hand just in case. You both headed outside. To encounter someone who you have been waiting for.