𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 | 𝘊. 𝘎𝘙𝘐𝘔𝘌𝘚 (discontinued)

「 five 」

♡◌‧ 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦

Sitting in the back of an old pickup truck, my heart raced, my body ached. It felt like the world was moving in slow motion, everything was blurry, muffled. I sat in silence, my body frozen in time, pale as a ghost. Lori sat in the front seat tapping her foot anxiously, in tears. I didn't catch the man's name that was driving, all I knew was Carl was shot, he was hurt, what if he's dead when we get there. I can't lose Carl, I can't lose him.

The truck came to a abrupt stop, snapping me back into reality. I looked out the window to see a big country home, it was on a farm. Lori and I hastily got out of the truck. Shane was standing on the big porch, his hands on his hips.

"He's in here." Shane sighed as Lori and I ran inside the house. We were brought into a room, Rick was sitting beside a bed. Carls pale, sweaty body was lying there. He looked rough. He wasn't awake. He had an IV in his left arm.

"What's your blood type" And older man asked me. I looked at him confused.

"O Negative.. why?" I asked hesitantly.

"Sit down and give me your arm, Carl here has lost too much blood, you're the only one with his blood type. You must donate your blood or he won't survive." The man said. I nodded, sitting in the chair beside Carl, offering my arm to the man.

"You're gonna feel a slight pinch, I'm Hershel Greene." Hershel said.

I winced a bit as the needle went into my arm. "Willow Dixon." I said, Hershel nodded.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, all eyes not leaving Carls sight. Muffled cries and sniffles we heard throughout the room. A single tear slid down my cheek. I looked at him, he looked so ghostlike, pale, his under eyes dark, his body drenched in sweat. We found out Carl and the others spotted a deer out on their hunt. Carl approached the deer slowly when a gunshot went off. Otis, who works here on this farm along with his wife Patricia, was also hunting, he shot the deer. However, the bullet went through the deer, right into Carls side. A part of me wanted to rip the man's head off, but i knew it was an accident, he didn't know Carl was there.

I started to get dizzy after awhile. Hershel took the needle out of my arm, putting gauze and a piece of tape where the small wound was. He told me to go wait outside while he talked to Rick and Lori. I protested at first, wanting to stay with Carl, but Lori insisted I went outside. I sat on the swing attached to the porch looking out into the field, my knees were to my chest. My heart was still racing. I was so scared, what if i lose him.

Lori came out into the porch, about ten minutes have past. She stood across from me, her arms crossed leaning against the railing of the porch. "Carl needs a major surgery to survive, the bullet shattered into six individual pieces. After he'll need a respirator. Otis said there's a high school up the road that should have some. Him and Shane are leaving to find one." She sighed, her voice strained and tired. I nodded, looking at her quickly and then turning my attention back to the field. If the surgery goes wrong? If they don't find a respirator? What happens then?

I held my head in my hands, wincing slightly. My head was pounding once again, the dizzy feeling coming back.
"Go have Hershel check you out, please." Lori spoke softly. I knew she wasn't asking so I went to Hershel. He said my ribs are healing nicely. My concussion should be gone in a day or two. The pain in my ribs should decrease significantly but overall will take a little over a month to fully heal. I told him what happened. He was a nice man. He lived here with his two daughters, Maggie and Beth Green. Along with Beth's boyfriend Jimmy, and Otis aside his wife, Patricia. They've been here since the start. Hershel has faith there's a cure for this whole thing, this disease. He used to be a veterinarian. Which explains the medical attention he's provided for us. He believes there's still a soul trapped inside the dead. But I'm not too sure if I believe him.

The others arrived at the Greene's farm home soon after, Daryl came and checked up on me. He said he went out to try to find Sophia again, he had no luck. The Greene's offered us some clean clothes, I gladly took up on the offer. I spoke with Maggie for a few moments, she told me about how life was before the dead roamed. How they grew up on this farm, etc. They were sweet people. They cooked us dinner, I wasn't going to eat, I was too anxious, worried. But Daryl brought me a plate of the food, not taking no for an answer, and I devoured it. I really did need it after all. I was finishing my food when i heard a truck approaching. Otis and Shane must have been back. I looked out to see Shane, respirator in hand. Otis was no where to be seen, something was off. Shane's expressions, anger, guilt, sadness, Otis had to be dead. But his energy, it feels so off. He said there was a herd of walkers, he tried to save Otis, but he was bit, then devoured by walkers.

Hershel completed Carl's surgery, he removed all the bullet pieces, stitched up the wound. It was night by now, Hershel said he should be waking up sometime soon. His fever went down, his breathing was regulated. He just needed rest. Hearing that news lifted an 1000 pound weight off my shoulders, I was so unbelievably glad Carl was okay. I just hope he wakes up soon.

"Would you like to come see him?" Lori asked, I nodded, getting up from the swing once again, following her into the room Carl stayed. He still hasn't woken up. I sat in the chair next to him.

Lori smiled softly at us, "Take all the time you need, it's getting late, I don't think I can sleep in here, I'm gonna head off to bed with the others, wake someone if you need anything, but please, get some rest at some point." she insisted, I nodded in response as she left the room, going outside to the tents with the others.

I grabbed Carls hand, holding it tightly. I looked at him, examining his resting body. Tears started to swell in my eyes, I watched his chest rise up and down. The tears rolled down my cheeks as I cried softly.

"I know you probably can't hear me, but you mean the absolute world to me, a-and I would do anything for you. You alway find a way to make life worth living." I took a pause. My breath was shaky, I was trying my hardest not to breakdown hysterically. I inhaled, taking a deep breathe. "Carl, I promise, that after you're awake, I'll never leave your side. I'll be by your side, forever and always. I'll fight with you, survive. I'll laugh and cry with you. Everything. Because you're my best friend. Carl Grimes, I love you, please-" I choked, tears falling onto our intertwined hands. I was sobbing, I sat there for a moment. Just observing him, he was so handsome for a man that just got shot.

Eventually I calmed down, exhaustion taking over my body. I yawned, adjusting my position in the chair. Soon I passed out, Carls hand in mine. I didn't care how uncomfortable I was, I refused to leave him.

"I love you too Willow."

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