summer nights {carl gallagher}

seven

alyssa

to carl; on my way

Should I ask Debbie to come with me? I didn't have time to think about it so I just ran out the door with out saying a word to any of the Gallaghers.

I ran down a couple blocks and found Carl lying on the ground. Damn it was really dark I should've brought a flashlight. I ran up to him and his face was covered in blood.

"Carl what happened?" I said worriedly

"Nothing, I'm fine you shouldn't be here"

" I'm not leaving you here, you're hurt let me take you home"

" I can't go home" he winces

Is he kidding me right now. He's so stubborn

"And why is that?"

"Fiona, she'll freak out"

" Well you can't stay here all night, I need to get you cleaned up"

I sound like a mom. Carl nodded and I helped him stand up. He put his arm over my shoulder. It was still really dark out so it was hard for us to see where we were going.
As we were walking I noticed he wouldn't stop looking at me. His body started to get weak and I couldn't hold him up.

"Alyssa" he breathed heavily "put me down" we were only a few streets down from his. I put him down and now that we were out of the dark alley I could see him better. His hand was covering the big gash on his left side. His lip was cut and it was gushing blood and so was his forehead. Who the hell did this to him? My hands starting shaking, I knew I couldn't help.

"Carl I need to call someone"

"No! Please don't" he looked at me with pain in his eyes.

" Let me at least call Debbie"

"Fine just do it quick" he clutched his left side and shrieked.

Without another thought I dialed her number. She picked up instantly. I told her what happened and where we were. She said she'd be here as soon as possible. Thank god.

"She's on her way." I crouched down to him and wiped a little blood off his forehead. I hate seeing him like this. I feel helpless. He looked at me and moved my hand away from his forehead. Maybe it was hurting him. My head dropped letting my hair curtain my face.

Debbie came and started panicking.

"Carl!" She clapped her hand over her mouth in shock.

"Help me get him up" I stood up and took his hands into my hands trying to pull him up.

"A little help here debs"

"Right, sorry" He wrapped his arms around each of our shoulders.

"We have to find a way to get him inside with out Fiona seeing him"

"Fiona isn't even home, she's still at work"

"Perfect"

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Debbie and I led Carl up to the bathroom. Debbie immediately went to go get a first aid kit, leaving me and Carl alone. He couldn't stand any longer so he climbed into the bathtub. I grabbed the hand towel that was hanging over the drying rack and ran it underwater as I applied soap to it. I kneeled down to Carl and wiped his forehead with the towel. He started to get weak and I  noticed the bathtub started to fill up with blood. His gash wouldn't stop bleeding. I gasped "Carl it's getting worse." I couldn't bear to see him like this. I had to find Debbie.