Ride to Nowhere

Chap. 7

(Alex's POV)

Crap, crap, crap.

There was Sawyer, laying limply in my arms like a rag doll. Blood was quickly soaking from her shirt to mine, but at the moment I could care less.

I laid her down in the bathtub so I could wash away the blood quickly. Heaven knows how pissed she would be if I let her blood get on the couch or, God forbid, the floor.

I quickly called Alfred and Veronica unsure of what to do. Soon enough their faces appeared on the wall. What weird technology.

They saw the unconscious Sawyer and my bloody hands, and I realized how bad it looked for me.

"I swear it wasn't me, she got bitten by a zombie." I said quickly.

Concern appeared on their faces and they remained silent.

"What the hell do I do?!" I yelled,"I can't let her die!"

Alfred swallowed slowly and nodded, focusing again."On Sawyer's list she had to get medicine and stuff like that. Knowing her she probably got extra. Get any medicine she got and then look in the cabinet to your right. There should be the medicine we provided.

I quickly rushed out and grabbed some of the stuff. Among which I found pads. Not that it was bad or anything though. It was the circle of life, I just kinda didn't think about girls getting their period because of the apocalypse. A while ago post-apocalypse I would've been horrified to see pads. Now? I've seen a hell lot worse. Stuff like that doesn't even faze me.

I rushed to Sawyer who was getting pale.

"Shit." I muttered.

"What do I do now?!" I asked Alfred.

"You're-um-going to have to take off her shirt to clean the wound." Alfred mumbled nervously.

"You've got to be kidding me." I grumbled.

I lifted her up and slowly lifted off her shirt. I dabbed a cotton with rubbing alcohol and began cleaning off the wound, not once daring to look anywhere besides the shoulder. Doesn't matter if she's passed out or not, I will not look at her in any place I should more than I have to.

Once I cleaned away the blood it was easy to see the bite was a lot smaller than made to look with all the blood, but the wound was still pretty deep.

"What now?" I asked to the two, who hadn't spoken much.

"You're going to have to take the shot with the blue liquid and inject it in her left shoulder, near the bite. This should help fight the zombie disease. She won't turn, but she'll get a horrible sickness. It's like the flu but a hundred times worse." Albert stated quietly."Then put ointment and wrap it up with gauze and the casting tape. Change the gauze and clean the bite at least twice a day."

I nodded and the screen disappeared, obviously signifying the end of the conversation.

Sighing I slowly followed his instructions then washed off any area with blood. I put a shirt on her and some sweats then carried her to bed. I would like to say it was easy to do everything, but getting her dressed without looking anywhere was extraordinarily difficult. Not that I wanted to look, but it's just hard to get one dressed without seeing that.

I noticed multiple scars along her arms that were obviously not from zombie fights. I felt a pang in my heart when I saw some of them were red and obviously still fresh. It killed me to see someone as perfect as her hurting herself, but what can I possibly do?

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(Sawyer's POV)

I woke up on my bed with my head and shoulder throbbing. I immediately tensed up in fear having felt this kind of pain in a while. Not since my dad...