[EDITING]
you took a polaroid of us,
then discovered,
the rest of the world was black and white,
but we were in screaming color,
and I remember thinking
are we out of the woods yet?
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GREENE FARM 📍
season 2, episode 3 (part 2)
I found myself slowly but carefully stitching up a man's arm, who I found out his name was T-Dog, as well as the other man Glenn.
Apparently, there are many more people apart of their group, they shared stories about how they went to the CDC, the doctor going crazy and trying to lock them in, and they talked about Sophia— Carl's best friend, and about how she was lost and the rest of their people were out looking for her.
So far I liked them, both T-Dog and Glenn were nice people, I could tell Maggie took a liking to Glenn which I found cute. I was finished stitching up T-Dogs arm when I saw Hershel standing in the doorway of the kitchen watching me, I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.
"How can I help you?" I playfully ask him, he lets out a sigh and my smile drops.
I look back down, finishing up my work on T-Dog's arm and standing up from my chair. "All right T-Dog, you're all set. Maggie is going to help put a new bandage on and uhhh I'll check up on it later." I quickly spiel out, Maggie hopped off the counter she was sitting on with Glenn and grabbed gauze to bandage up T-Dog.
I walk out the door with Hershel, his hand meeting my upper back as we walk together to Carl's room.
As I walk into the room I let out a sad sigh, I see Carl's face drenched in sweat, his chest moving up and down at an uneven pace, his skin paler than ever. I walk over to him, pulling down the blanket past his abdomen to see it worsening, distending further out, and beginning to bruise, showing the severity of the internal bleeding.
"We might have to operate without the respirator." I whisper out, Hershel only nods, "That's what I told them, they've been out on the deck talkin', determinin' on what to do." Hershel explained to me, I shook my head, carefully running my hand through Carl's sweaty hair.
"They'll make it back in time. I know it." I tell Hershel, determination flowing from my voice. Hershel lets out a defeated sigh, sitting back down in his chair and staring at Carl. I sit in the chair that Rick was sitting in, staring at the young boy.
I couldn't help but feel scared, scared that Shane and Otis won't make it back at all, that Carl won't get the supplies he needs and we'll have to operate and possibly even lose Carl in the process.
