Dixon #3

Chapter Six

I strayed from breathing heavily, and barely breathed at all.

"Get Carl off the table immediately! Transfer him to the living room couch and don't touch his wound!" I ordered as o fled to my dad's side. He was limping,"What's wrong with your foot?"

"Tendin is a little cut."

"Daddy, drink this." I said after Glenn and Michone had put him on the table. I handed him a dosage of pain mess and took a shotgun bullet out of rick's gun.

"Bite this." I ordered after my risky dad had downed the medicine.

I sprinted to the garage and quickly grabbed a saw, whoever lived there before were lumberjacks, they had so many tools for wood it was unbelievable.

I sprinted back to the table and ordered,"Glenn and Rick I plead that you hold him down this will unbearable for him."

They nodded, taking his head and legs and holding them down.

"Cheristy don't! " my dad yelled, I looked into his eyes and said,"Daddy I can't do that."

I grabbed the saw and downed it onto his wrist. He screamed and screamed, yelling cuss words almost every two seconds. But as the hand was then amputated he was bleeding all over the place.

I ripped a towel up form my bag and put on his wound as well as some of the medical leaves. I tied it with gauze and stepped back.

"Cheristy...." Glenn said, his voice full of pity.

I walked away form the scene and went to the living room where Catl had woken up.

"I need to change you bandage." I said in a monotone voice.

"Ok." He sat up and turned his back to me. He was already shirtless Wich made it super awkward.

I grabbed the gauze and took it off, it was already apart soaked with blood but the leaves had done their job.

"Well your not going to need stitches although the holes so big." I applied a new gauze layer as well as removes the leaves.

"Well that's good."

I smiled and nodded,"Yeah."

My eyes were red and it was too obvious that I had cried. I got up and dusted myself off and went to the upstairs window seat.

I sat down and drifted off to sleep, but nightmares hit.

Images of my Dad flashed through my head as he was in a walker form. I wa strafed in a group of more then a thousand walkers, with whispers of "Just give up." being fed into my brain,

I quickly woke up in a cold sweat, seeing that it was still night. I loaded my gun and headed downstairs.

"My turn for watch." I lied to Glenn as he nodded and went to the living room where Maggie was.

I sat on a kitchen chair and watched the window, walkers fell over only occasionally. Nothig was to worry about.

I sat there until the sun rose, my life was broken at the moment but I couldn't stop and superglue it back together, as improv I taped it back together by shoving the problems to the back of my mind. Good as covering it with a blanket.

I turned around and looked at my dad, he was still passed out. I ran my fingers though my pony tail and tightly grasping at the end, then eventually letting go.

Carol was the first to wake up. She always seemed to be a morning person where I was a a never person, I felt like my dad was the same way.

"Mornin'" she happily chimed. I nodded and smiled a fake smile towards her.

She nodded but didn't dare push into my feelings. The only person that rarely knew about my feelings were myself. Sure I'm outgoing and friendly but when it comes to personal things don't push it.

Soon everybody else woke up, non budget tailed and bright eyed.

"Cheristy you weren't supposed to have watch." Rick stated from the door way of the kitchen.

"Yeha but I don't really care, couldn't sleep, so might as well get something out of it." I argued, getting up to go see Carl and check his wounds, at the moment I couldn't have bared to check on my dad.

"Hey."

He turned around on the sofa and smiled.

"I need to redo the bandage on your wound." I stated, he nodded and took his shirt off turning his back to me.

"Well the wound already seems to be a third of the way healed, but I might be able to find something that can speed it up." I say as I rebandage the wound without the leaves that
time.

"Woo Hoo!" He breathed as I looked at him skeptically and asked,"Why are you not happy that you'll be healed soon?"

He shakes his head and pints towards the couch opposite of him where baby Judith layed asleep.

I nodded and exited the room, now I had to check my dad.