Brother's Keeper ¹ || The walking dead

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Reagan watched as London looked over Riven to see if he was hiding any sort of injuries as he always tended to do.

"..what you had was called an absence seizure," London spoke after a moment of making sure Riven wasn't hiding any injuries.

"Absence seizures are short lapses of consciousness that cause a blank stare. They only lasted a few seconds." London told Riven, who sighed,

"Great." He mumbled under his breath. Not only did he have to worry about his usual seizures, but now, absence seizures as well.

"That doesn't mean you be out of field work," Reagan spoke, approaching Riven, who looked at him with a raised eyebrow,

Reagan smiled down at him, "I heard you're a tracker, and I need you to find someone for me."

"Daryl's the better tracker." Riven told him, and Reagan hummed,

"Daryl is currently occupied, and you're gonna have to put in some work for all these infirmary visits." Reagan told him, in a tone for no room for arguments.

"Did you forget you were the one who put me in the infirmary in the first place?" Riven asked, and Reagan shook his head,

"No, I remember clearly. Let bygones be bygones, Riven. Doc, is he clear for field duty?" Reagan questioned, looking at London.

London glanced between Reagan and Riven with furrowed eyebrows, "Yes."

"Good. Up, and follow me." Reagan ordered, turning around and walking out of the infirmary.

Riven scoffed under his breath, standing up, and he looked at Oreo, "You are staying here,"

Oreo let out a small whine, and Riven looked at London, "Take care of her." With that, Riven limped out of the infirmary.

"You are slower than my grandmother, and she had a broken hip." Reagan commented as Riven came out of the infirmary.

"You know, I'm gonna shoot you in your spine and see how fast you can walk afterward." Riven snapped, and Reagan let out a small laugh,

"I bet I can still walk faster than you." Riven glared at him, and Reagan moved out of the way as Riven threw a small punch at him.

"Ha, miss me, slow poke." Reagan teased him, and Riven gritted his teeth in frustration,

"I'm gonna murder you in your sleep if you keep this shit up." Riven threatened, and Reagan raised his hands in mock defense,

"I feel so threaten." He sarcastically responded

Riven was about to snap at him when a voice came down the hallway, a familiar voice,

"Riven?" Riven and Reagan looked down the hallway,

Reagan's playful demeanor changed into his tensed one, the one he usually wore.

Riven furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "Carl?"

What the hell was Carl doing in the sanctuary.