Struggles In The Dark (A Carl Grimes Fanfiction)

Stable

Luke's P.O.V
"Luke, wake up. You fell asleep holding onto Carl's arm. Good thing I put the IV in right arm, huh?" Denise says.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean too fall asleep holding... His arm's probably asleep by now."

"So, I'm assuming Carl was okay through the night? Being that you never called for me."

"Yeah, he twitched some, but that was it. Rick's not back yet?"

"Nope, neither is Michonne. I'm kinda worried about them."

"They're fine, they gotta be," I say trying to be reassuring.

"I hope so."

"I wonder who survived this. I wonder how many walkers are still roaming around out there."

Denise ignored me. I don't blame her, we shouldn't think negatively.

"I'm grabbing something to eat, do you want anything?" She asks.

"No, I'm fine. I'll stay here with Carl."

"Luke, it's okay to take a break. You don't have to stay here with him all the time."

"What if something happens while I'm gone? Rick told me to stay here and watch him. That's what I'm going to do."

"I have to leave soon, there might be people out there who need my help."

"I understand, but what if Carl gets bad, what do I do?"

"All you can do is yell for me."

"That won't be enough. Yelling is never enough."

"Denise! Open the door! Abraham is bit on the leg!" Rick yells from outside.

Denise runs to the door and yanks it open.

"Put him on the floor and shut the door! I'll be right back!"

Denise soon runs back into the room with antibiotics, a belt, and a hatchet.

"I would've cut it off when I first found him, but all I have on me is a gun."

"I hope you got here quick enough."

Denise wraps the belt tightly around Abraham's leg and gives the hatchet to Rick.

I can't do it, you have too."

Without another word being spoken, Rick starts chopping away at the leg.

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It's been a couple of hours since Rick cut off Abraham's leg. He's not doing well. He has a very high fever. The body isn't designed to be put through this kind of trauma. Maybe the fever is nothing.

"I never got your name."

"It's Luke."

"Thanks, Luke, for keeping an eye on my son while I was gone."

"No problem."

"Rick," Denise says walking in, "I think you didn't get here fast enough."

"I know, I came from the opposite side of Alexandria. I knew I'd be too late, but I had to try."

"He's asking for you. He wants to be put out of his misery."

"I'll go talk to him."

Rick leaves the room, leaving me and Denise looking at each other.

"Denise, is it bad that I've been hoping Ron was slowly torn apart? I keep wishing he suffered, praying he did. It makes me feel better."

"Ron did a bad thing. A horrible thing. You're angry, we all are."

"Rick hasn't mentioned Michonne at all. Do you think she's dead?"

"Maybe. But on the bright side, Carl is stable. His respiration rate is good for someone who just got shot in the eye and his pulse is strong. Carl's doing just fine."