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Kiara's POV
"He's bleedin' out, we gotta go back!" Rick urged.
I was still straddling Hershel's leg and clutching my belt as tight around his thigh as I could but he was losing blood way too quickly.
"Maggie, come here and press on the wound as hard as you can!" I shouted out orders while Rick and Daryl were dealing with convicts and Glenn ran to the kitchen looking for something we could use to transport Hershel back to our cell block.
There's been some more banging on the cafeteria door. I guess few Walkers weren't going to give up so easily, but we had no other choice. T-dog busted the door open again and killed one Walker, and then we were on our way, closely followed by the five prison survivors.
We were back in the common room, Rick yelling for Carl to open the door. I was running beside the cart still clutching the belt while Maggie put the pressure on the actual wound. We managed to get Hershel on the bed and Carol and I started to tend to his bleeding stomp the best we could.
"We need bandages!" Carol yelled.
"We used everything we had!" Glenn retorted.
"Well get more! Anything!"
"Carl go get the towels from the bag by my bed!" Lori instructed.
"You think you can stabilize him?" Rick asked me.
"We need to keep his leg elevated," I murmured in a daze.
"Get some pillows!" Carol yelled.
"He's already bled through the sheets!" Maggie announced. Glenn suggested cauterizing the wound with fire, but I turned him down. The shock would definitely kill him.
"Wh-what is that?" Beth asked about the arguing voices coming from the other room.
"Prisoners, survivors," Rick said looking over his shoulders hesitant whether he should stay with Hershel or go deal with the inconvenient situation.
"Rick, go. We got this baby," I encouraged him.
"Everybody stay put," he instructed giving me one last stern look and walked away.
Hershel's bleeding has slowed down significantly, but it still wasn't looking very good. His breathing was labored and his pulse was plummeting. Me and Carol were taking turns putting pressure on his wound while I put Lori onto the task of checking Hershel's vitals.
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"This has to stop eventually right?" Carol murmured.
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