Worlds Going By (TWD x Reader)

21

Some Crazy Mother Fuckers

Ice Ice Baby-Vanilla Ice

Y/n POV

"That's enough blood." I looked at Hershel and nodded slowly. He takes the needle out of my arm, giving me a clean white rag to put on it. Ugh...I feel dizzy. I held my head a little. But it was worth it for Carl.

Sitting in the chair, I glance up at Rick and Lori. Rick had been sitting down and Lori was behind him, caressing his back. Hershel gently grabbed Carl's wrist. He got a pocket-watch from his pocket and checked it, while applying pressure on Carl's wrist. Lori and Rick study this carefully. As did I.

Hershel pulls away slowly and looks down in shame. "He's still losing blood faster than we can replace it. And with the swelling in his abdomen, we can't wait any longer or he's just going to slip away." Hershel replied. Lori quickly got up and starts to pace back and forth, while Rick stands up slowly. "Now I need to know now, if you want me to do this, because I think your boy is out of time." Rick slowly nods at him, fear in his eyes. I watch in curiosity and worry for the 3 in front of me. "You have to make a choice."

"A choice?" Lori's voice breaks at the end. Rick goes in front of her and grabs her hand. He gently puts his thumb over it, rubbing it in circles.

"A choice. Y-you have to t-tell me what it is. You have to tell me what it is." Rick stutters with fear. Lori is shocked and goes blank for a moment. I noticed this and call her name.

"Lori." I plead. She looks at me for awhile before she puts her hand on Ricks face and sighs.

"W-we do it." Rick pulls Lori in a hug, before kissing the top of her head. I sigh. Carl...don't give up now.

Before I know it, the woman known as Patricia is already in the room. She helps bring in a metal cart with a flat surface. It was long enough for Carl's body.

"Okay, get the corner of that bed. Let's get the sheets down. Get the IV bag on the sheet." Rick heads over to the IV bag and places it near Carl's head. I get up and grab one of the corners. "Okay, on three. One, two, three." We all lift Carl up at the same time and place him down on the metal cart. Hershel pulls out a metal pan with surgery tools. He puts on some gloves, while Patricia brings a lamp, pulling the headlight off. Lori paces back and forth again, so Rick pulls her into a hug. Hershel holds a surgeon knife in his hand, ready to cut. "Rick, Lori. You may want to step out."

-Broom. BROOM!

Truck engine? I look towards the window, hearing the sound of an engine go off. Rick slightly pushes me away from the window, looking into it. "Oh god." He mumbles, before leaving the room. I followed behind Rick and Lori. We all open the door to the porch, revealing an out of breathe Shane.

"Carl?" Shane pleads, while holding two bags and coming towards us.

"There's still a chance." Rick replies. I notice Hershel looking around in shock and fear.

"Otis?" Hershel asks, making direct eye contact with Shane. We all look to Shane. He looks terrified and tired.

"No." he mumbles. Everyone stares at him in shock. Lori putting her hands to her mouth. I'm not shocked for Shane though. I'm more curious to how this Otis died. Something's wrong. I sure as hell am not going to pity over Shane. Something else happened. Didn't it. I frown, until I'm glaring at him. Liar.

"We say nothing to Patricia. Not till after. I need her." Hershel went inside with all the supplies quickly. Shane tires to speak to Rick, but he doesn't. Rick pulls him into a hug and I see Shane glance over at Lori, then to me. He notices my glare and quickly looks away. Rick pulls him from the hug.