Kill or be Killed-- A Walking Dead Fan Fiction

Recovery (13)

Author's Note

So, soo, sooo sorry that it has been awhile. School has been pretty hectic the past few weeks and I just never got the time. This is sort of just a filler chapter, but trust me. You won't want to miss Chapter 14. ;)

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Bryn:

When my eyes fluttered open, I immediately attempted to adjust to the harsh lighting. My head felt like I had just been hit by a train. I tried to sit up, but I felt paralyzed from the neck down. I turned my head to the right. There was a large cabinet stocked with a bunch of medicine I surely did not know how to pronounce. Also, there was another bed. The white cover shielded the face of a deceased victim. I swiveled my head to the left. Carl was fast asleep in a chair next to me. 

I attempted to reach out to him, but I couldn't seem to find the strength to do so. "Carl." I croaked out. My voice was extremely rough and quiet. "Carl." I tried again. Still no acknowledgment. I cleared my throat. "Carl." I spoke a little louder. Soon enough, his eyes fluttered open and he instantly leaned into speak. "I'm glad you're okay, Bryn. I was real worried about you." Carl grinned taking my hand in-between his. I looked to my right again to look at the body and back at Carl. His smiled disappeared and he looked to the ground nervously.

 "Beth turned last night. Had the fever for almost a week. That's how long you've been out. " Carl said without looking up. "The man who entered the house killed her?" I asked motionlessly. "He sliced her arm. No one thought anything of it, but then the fever kicked in. That's when we realized his knife was covered in walker guts. Beth was dead the second the guts got into the cut." Carl let go of my hand and stood up. "I would come every day and sit here with you for hours hoping for a miracle. I knew it wasn't that drastic of a situation and that you'd get better soon, but no matter what happened, I just couldn't stop worrying" Carl sighed. 

"I'm going for a walk." He said. And with that, Carl left the infirmary. I laid in the hard, uncomfortable bed for hours. Denise, who's supposedly the doctor, came in once to check the slash on the leg, and left again. I fell in and out of a short snooze for a few hours until I was fully awake. Someone had taken Beth's body out of the room while I was sleeping. I was able to push myself up and sit against the backboard of the bed. It was nearly sunset when I heard a knock on the door. Denise came out of nowhere and opened the door. There were two boys there with what looked like their mother. "Hey Jessie, what can I do for you?" Denise asked stepping out of the way to let them enter. "Ron cut himself fooling around with his pocket knife again." She sighed. 

The boy stepped forward. He had longer dirty blonde hair with a smug grin on his face. He was holding his left arm with blood dripping onto the ground. "I'll stitch him up, but can you go find Rick for me and send him over?" Denise negotiated. "Deal. You need to be more careful next time, Ron. Let's go, Sam." Jessie said leaving the infirmary. Ron took a seat on the bed where Beth used to be laying. Denise shuffled around the room collecting tools and wheeled them over on a silver table. "Damn. I'm out of thread. I'll be back in a few minutes, Ron. Just don't touch it." Denise said fast walking out the door. 

I was staring at the boy. There was something about him that fascinated me. I was staring at him for so long I didn't even notice that he was staring back at me as well. We both just looked at each other without saying a word. Then again, what is there to even say to each other? I didn't know him. He doesn't know me. I finally looked away and began playing with my cast when I heard a sarcastic huff. "I'm Ron." He grinned. "Bryn." I replied. "How long have you been in Alexandria?" Ron asked. "I swear I haven't seen you before. I mean, I'd remember a pretty face like yours." 

I blushed and pushed back a piece of hair behind my ear with my good arm. "Only recently." I spoke. Ron grinned. "So what did you do?" I asked reaching for his arm to have a better look. "Sharpening a stick and my hand slipped. No biggie." Ron laughed. It was nice having someone's company. I enjoyed having a civil conversation with someone. It made this shitty world seem just a little less shitty for once. It made it as if this once was a thing. Image that people actually had dull, boring conversations with each other at one point in life. We both sat in silence again for a few minutes when Rick enter the infirmary. 

"Hey Bryn, how you feeling?" Rick asked coming over and sitting in the chair Carl was in. "Better." I responded. "Ron." Rick nodded, but Ron said nothing in return. I wonder what beef the two of them have with each other. Not even a minute later, Denise was back with a thread and needle in hand. "How ya doing, Rick?" Denise asked. "Good and you?" Rick spoke standing up to greet her. She smiled and motioned to come with her to the back room. A few minutes went by and I could feel Ron staring at me coldly. "How do you know Rick?" Ron finally spoke up. 

"Rick saved me a while back. That's who I came here with." I said. Ron immediately hopped off the table and walked over to the thread and needle Denise sat down on the table. He picked it up and walked right out the door without saying another word. Soon after Denise and Rick walked back out of the back room. I still couldn't hear what either of them were saying. 

Rick gave her a pat on the back and walked out of the infirmary without a goodbye. Denise looked at the empty table that Ron was sitting on and then looked back at the door. "Where'd he go?" Denise asked putting one hand on her hip. I shrugged and scooted back down in my bed. "How much longer do I have to stay here?" I asked. 

"Once you can get out of bed and move around. Until then, I'm sorry, you're stuck here. Maybe tomorrow I'll wheel you around town. Or maybe Rick's boy Carl can. But right now, I need to locate Ron. I'll come back to check on you in a little while. Denise walked over to me and handed me two pills from a small bottle. "Take these. It'll ease the pain." She said before exiting the room. I took the two pills and stared up at the ceiling. I was about to drift off when I heard a huge crashing sound from outside causing me to jump and shoot right out in my bed.