Shadow (TWD Carl)

~Chapter 20~

Hershel went to see Dr.S first and told me to look after Glenn. Glenn was becoming worse by the minute. By the speed he has been gaining new symptoms, he might not make it past tonight. I took some of the remedy for Glenn and found him struggling upstairs. I head straight to him and pass him the tea. He drinks it slowly, taking breathers every now and again.

When he finishes the tea he was coughing vigorously and tried to stand up. I stopped him and pushed him back down onto the floor carefully.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." He mutters. I place a damp cloth on his forehead as I feel him heating up.

"Keep this on your forehead. It's the veterinarian's orders." He sighs.

"This sucks. After everything, we just get taken out by a glorified cold."

"Don't say things like that. Don't even think things like that."

"All I can do is stop saying them."

"No, you can do more. We got this far somehow, you can believe somehow. Now we all have jobs here. That one's yours." I put my hand on the cloth to keep it on his head while he started to fall asleep. Hershel came out of another patient's room and walked over to Glenn and I.

"How is he?"

"I can't say. I don't think this is going to be enough though. We need those antibiotics before tonight. He might not make it."

"Let's hope Daryl's group are on their way back right now."

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Glenn woke up a few minutes ago but still looked exhausted. I swore that I was starting to feel the effects of this flu. I'd been feeling a little light headed and couldn't understand a few things that were happening in front of me. One of Hershel's patients, Henry, he was having panic attacks and struggling to breath. Glenn, Hershel, Sasha and I were in his cell trying to calm him down but he refused to comply.

"Henry, I need you to calm down. We're trying to help." Hershel finally inserts the breathing tube down Henry's throat. He squeezed the oxygen bag for Henry so he could have access to more oxygen. Glenn and Sasha keep coughing so I got up to make some more tea. I handed the cups to Sasha and Glenn before I started to cough myself, it wasn't as bad as theirs though.

"Drink some of that. Both of you." They do as I say but Glenn started to cough it up. He sighs and sits back against the wall. "Some council meeting, huh?" I try to lighten the mood.

"We're two members short." Sasha smiles a bit.

"I think we should make some new rules before they get back. I hereby declare we have spaghetti Tuesdays every Wednesday." Hershel suggested. "First we have to find some spaghetti." Hershel looks behind us and I follow his gaze to another person who had died in their cell. Nobody had noticed yet luckily.

"You okay to take over?" Hershel asks Sasha. Sasha grabs the oxygen bag and nods. "Every five to six seconds, squeeze. You start feeling lightheaded, grab somebody else to take over. We'll take it in shifts." We exit the cell with the exception of Sasha. "You want to help me go on my rounds?"

"Yeah."

"Sure."

We start heading downstairs to the dead man's cell. "How long will that keep him alive?" I inquire.

"Just as long as we're willing to do it. As long as it takes."

When we enter the dead man's room, I almost threw up. Vomit and blood was sprawled down the poor guy's face and over his shirt. I recognized the man to be Mr.Jacobson, he was a really nice guy back in Woodbury. Glenn starts to take out his hunting knife but I stop him.