[Quick Note: I've been slowly rewriting and editing old chapters and making new ones. So if you started reading this when it first came out, I promise it's not NEARLY as cringey as before.]
Carl and Enid go into the woods to find fish, but what they...
His eyes shot open faster than you can say Jack Sprat. He stood up and leaned over Carl and watched as his eyes slowly opened.
"Dad?" Carl groaned, his voice breaking.
"Shh. Shh. It's alright. You're safe." Rick comforted.
"I'll go tend to Enid," Denise whispered.
"Enid?" Carl asked, starting to sit up.
"No. Lay back down. She's fine, too."
"What happened?" Carl grunted as he payed back down with a huff.
"I don't know all the details. When Enid wakes up, ask her. She was there the whole time."
Carl sighed and looked at his bad arm. It was bandaged, and he could feel stitches underneath. Down further on his arm was another smaller bandaged area.
"Dad?"
"Yeah, Carl?"
"Did you have to give blood for me again?"
Rick sighed, not wanting Carl to feel guilty.
"It's okay. Don't think about it. Just lay your head back down an-"
"But you gave blood again? Shouldn't you be the one resting? How much blood did you give?" Carl asked, his voice slowly raising.
"Carl, don't feel bad. You know I'd give my life for you in a heartbeat. You know I would do anything for you."
"Dad, I know, but this is the second time! When I got shot back at the farm and now this..." he trailed off.
"Son, I love you so much. I'm not gunna just sit back and watch you die."
"I know you do, Dad," Carl whispered. "And I lov-"
Suddenly, Carl's eyes rolled to the back of his head as his body began shaking violently.
"Denise! It's happening again!" Rick yelled.
Denis was already running over to Carl.
"Get people out of the way!" she yelled, almost tripping over Michonne's outstretched arm.
She rushed over and tried to keep Carl on the bed without falling off.
"Guys! Wake up!" Rick yelled. "Get up! Now!"
It took a few moments, but everyone finally stood up and went to the back of the room when they realized what was going on. Rick ran back to where Denise was.
"Okay. I think we're gunna have to guide him to the floor. This bed isn't big enough for him." Denise said calmly.
"How?" Rick asked.
"Gently push him on his side to get him there. Okay? On three! One, two, three!"
Together, Rick and Denise gently guided Carl's shaking body to the open floor.
"Okay! Get him on his side!" she demanded.
They tried to move him, but his vomiting body wouldn't cooperate. Denise tried to position Carl's head so that any foaming or vomiting wouldn't choke him.
"We can't do much more," Denise said. "Just let him ride it out."
Rick almost started crying again. "Why is this happening?" he shouted.
"Maybe he also got a concussion when he fell and got the gash!" Denise gasped. "We'll check for one after his seizure stops."
Two minutes passed before Carl's seizure slowed to a halt. Denise pushed up her glasses and examined Carl.
"Look for any signs of a concussion," Denise ordered.
Together, they picked through Carl's long hair until they found what they were looking for. Dried blood coated the back, left side of Carl's head.
"Oh my gosh. Rick, I'm so sorry I didn't see this earlier. I fell t-terrible," Denise cried.
"We'll worry about that later," Rick said solemnly. "For now, get my son well again."
Denise's tension and guilt lessened a bit.
"Ah-uh...okay, okay. I n-need gauze and...and bandages PRONTO!" Denise ordered as she regained her emotional strength.
Since Fawn was the closest, she grabbed them and ran over to Denise with a roll of bandages in one hand and a wad of gauze packages in the other.
"Here," she said, handing Denise the supplies.
"Someone check on Enid," Rick ordered as Michonne walked over to do so.
While Michonne looked over Enid, Rick and Denise made quick work of Carl's head. Soon enough, his wound was cleaned and bandaged.
I imagine the bandage looking like this except without the part that's covering his eye.
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They were tucking him back into the bed when Michonne reported on how Enid was doing.
"Um Rick?"
"Yeah?"
"She wants to see Carl. But we also need to ask her exactly what happened yesterday."
Rick sighed. "We can't let her see Carl just yet. But you're right. We should talk to her."
Michonne nodded, and the two of them walked over to Enid. Her hair was sprawled out underneath her.
"Hey Enid," Michonne cooed. "Rick's here."
"Hi," Enid said sheepishly. She still didn't know Rick enough to fully trust him just yet.
"Hey. How are you?" Rick replied.
"I'm good. How's Carl?"
"Well..." Rick began.
"Wait! Is he okay? I have to go see him!" Enid proclaimed, trying to sit up.
"No. Stay here. He's fine," Michonne scolded.
Enid stared daggers at her for not letting her see her best friend. "How could she? Carl is the closest thing to family I've had since my parents died!" Enid screamed in her mind. Her face was getting flushed, but she finally laid back down and huffed. "What happened to him?"
Rick looked at her with a "I'm-trying-to-look-confused-so-you-don't-suspect-anything" expression.
"I know something happened," Enid frowned.
"Fine. He-uh...Carl had a seizure because of a concussion from when he fell."
"What?!" Enid yelled.
So how do you think Enid will react to this? How will Carl recover from his injuries?
