Broken Pieces || Ron Anderson - Carl Grimes TWD

[7.]

||Frankie's POV||

"Psst. Frankie. Hey. Yoo hoo." Ron says, gently shaking my shoulders. "Five more minutes." I groan. Ron lets out a sigh. "I've been trying to wake you up for the past five minutes." 

I force my eyes open and raise up on my elbows. He has a glass of water in his hands. "Were you planning on using that on me?" I ask, slowly standing up. 

"Oh, this? Uh." he says trying to act innocent. 

"Don't even try and act innocent Ronald Anderson." 

Ron stares at me nervously. "I never even told you my name was Ronald." 

"It's kind of a common name if you go by Ron." I shrug and grab the water out of his hand. "You didn't put anything in this, right?" I ask and he nods. 

I put it up to my lips and drink it. 

"Aaron and Eric will be back soon." He says once I've finished the water off. I nod. "Yeah, I hope so." 

"You're not gonna go back outside the walls today, are you?" He asks and I look over at the clock on his beside table. "Nah, it's too late now." I tell him and he nods.

Ron and I head downstairs and see Jessie fixing Sam a bowl of cereal. "Where's dad?" Ron asks looking around the kitchen.

Jessie smiles at the two of us. "He's in the Infirmary taking care of Eric's leg. There was an accident, but he's okay. Just a twisted ankle or something. Frankie, if you want, that's where Aaron is too, you can go on ahead and go see them." 

I nod. "I'm gonna go ahead and do that. I'll talk to you guys later." I tell them and head for the door. Ron nods and I start to make my way to the infirmary. 

When I get there, Aaron was just leaving. He smiles at me. "He's okay right?" was the first thing I said to him. He hugs me and nods. "Yeah, he's fine. Just a sprained ankle. Like what you had." I nod and look around. "So, did you convince them?" I ask. He nods. "They're being interviewed right now. I gotta go show their leader, Rick, to where they're gonna be staying. So you can hang out here with Eric if you want, yano, help him get home and stuff." Aaron tells me and I nod. "Got it."

I walk up the steps and push the Infirmary door open. Pete nods in the direction of where Eric is and I go there. I don't talk to Pete as much since I found out how he treated his family, it was easier that way.

Eric's face lights up when he sees me. "Glad to see you're cheerful." I smile and take a seat next to his bed. "Well, we hit a good crowd last night. But, there is something you should know." His smile drops a little. "Oh no, what is it?" I ask, worry tearing at me. 

"We lost the license plates." 

I roll my eyes. "If you lost those then you better have lost that hideous thing you call a car." 

"Don't worry about that, we did." He lets out a laugh. 

"I'm assuming you just woke up?" He asks after a few minutes of comfortable silence. "Yeah, I did. Like half an hour ago." I laugh.

Pete walks in and tells Eric he can go, and hands him crutches. I stare at them in disgust. "Good luck." Eric throws his leg over the side of the bed and carefully moves his injured one over too. He lifts himself up off of the bed and balances himself on the death sticks called crutches. 

"The next couple of days will be fun for you." I say sarcastically, and he nods. "Oh yeah, don't I know it." 

I open the front door to the Infirmary and help Eric out. 

On our way home I notice Jessie walking out of the pantry. "Oh hey you two. Deanna wanted me to go over to the new people's house and give them this stuff." She tells us and we nod.