Inside These Prison Walls(TWD fanfic)

Chapter Five

"Hey." I say to Carl, who has just woken up.

"Hey."

"You've been out for quite some time. Almost three hours." I brush his hair aside to feel his temperature. No fever which means hopefully no infection.

"Where's my dad?"

"He we to go get some things for a proper cast. I don't think ductape is going to quite do the job." I laugh.

He cracks a small smile.

"Hows the pain?" I ask.

"Hurts like a bitch."

"Language." I warn, still smiling.

"Sorry."

I hear a door slam and look towards the door. "That must be them."

I pat his head and smile. "Rest up, you're not going to like this next part."

I walk out of his cell and back to the meeting room. There Daryl and Rick stand, looking tired and bloody, with Maggie and Glenn in tow.

"What happened?" I ask, worried.

"The school was more overrun than last time." Daryl says, leaning wearily against the table.

"Did you get what we needed?"

"Sort of. They didn't have some of the stuff you listed, so we went to a medical supply store and got this boot thingy." He holds up a surgical boot.

"That's for after a surgery." I say pointedly.

"Well sorry we don't have hospital just filled with everything we need." He says sarcasticlly.

I just glare at him. "Grab whatever bandages you brought. Beth I'm going to need you're help again."

I wash my hands over by the bowl of water. "Daryl and Rick, you guys go grab Carl and bring him to the table. Maggie, I want you to give him the pain medicine. It's not nearly strong enough though."

"Well can't you give him more?" Rick asks.

"And risk an overdose? No. That would be a whole other level of bad."

I wipe my hands dry on the towel and walk over to the table we used to first time.

"Glenn, can you go get a blanket for him. He might have to sleep on this tonight because I don't want to keep moving him. And after this he'll be tired."

"Can't you give him that sleeping medicine again?"

"I'm afraid not. The two main medicines in them can't mix."

I look through the supplies they brought. Two rolls of bandages, gauze, tape, and the boot. I can make this work. I unbuckle the boot and see the size of the inside.

"Will it work?" Carol asks.

"If my idea works, then yes. Hopefully."

Daryl and Rick come in carrying a wincing Carl.

"Lay him gently on the table." I instruct, going back to nurse mode.

"Yes ma'm." Daryl says, huffing.

I get everything I need into order. "Beth, we're going to do the same thing we did with the splint, except a little differently. We're going to put the boot around it. Hopefully it would stabalize it enough."

"Hopefully?" Rick asks.

"I'm afraid I don't have any of the proper equipment to do everything right. This is mostly guess work."