Sage ➸ Carl Grimes

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ANGELS by THE XX

CARL

"Is that everything?"

Sighing out, Sage nodded weakly, zipping up the last of our bags. They were stuffed with dirty clothes, weapons, and food for our travel to an unknown haven, Alexandria. It was quite the ways, and we needed to prepare, as we knew how to survive. The others were packed and ready to go into this place blind.

But, I wasn't.

I watched as Sage threw all of our bags by the hospital door, closing it. It was late in the night; everyone had gone to bed. This was our last night in this haunting hospital, before departing on yet another aimless travel. For it would be the final night Sage Riley would be barricaded by four white walls, keeping her trapped inside a realm of her own haunting past. It would be the last night my love would suffer under the spirits of her darkness.

I kicked my dirty shoes off, plopping down on such a stiff and uncomfortable hospital bed. I brought my arm up behind my head and watched Sage with curiosity in my eye.

It was apparent she was exhausted; mentally, physically, and emotionally. Sage carried dark circles under her grey eyes, with dry lips and a light complexion. But although she looked drained of sanity, her beauty never faltered. The paleness in her skin carried a slight glow to it, burning through the dim room, much like the grey of her eyes. Her eyes reminded me of the clouds collected in the sky when it was just about to storm, and the smell of rain afterward. Her lips, though lacking color and moisture, still looked as soft and tempting to kiss as I always remembered them to be. The scars on her arms were only turning whiter and fading further, reminding me that this girl was healing, just as fast as she was breaking all over again. Watching her closely, I admired her body—even to see her thin body cave in, I knew she was fuller and healthier than she was before I met her.

And in my own, twisted way; I was madly in love with her and her every imperfection.

"Achoo. Doctor Sage, I think I might be sick," I said cutely, wanting her attention.

Sage glanced up from her shoes, her parched lips curling into a smile to hear my futile attempt at bringing her to bed. She tucked her dirty blonde hair behind her ear, revealing her beauty for my eye to see.

"Oh, poor baby," Sage cooed, playing along.

"Achoo, achoo."

I patted on the hospital bed, even though she and I knew very well that it was too small for two people. We always made it work.

Sage rolled her eyes, kicking her shoes off to accompany mine, and climbing onto the bed. I took up most of it, considering its small size and discomforting proximity, so she had no room to really lay beside me. I fixed that problem by pulling her so that she was sitting on top of me, her hands resting on my shoulders and her body on top of mine.

"Doctor Sage, at your service."

"I have a bad case of no-kissies," I explained, sounding like a three year old, but I really didn't care. "And I hear you're supposed to get kissed by a pretty girl to cure it."

Sage tilted her head to study me, bringing her blonde hair to collect to one side in loose waves as she did. "That's too bad, I don't see any pretty girls around here. Maybe Beth?"