My civilisation (D.D)

Fifty six: Explanation.

//Ophelia's POV//

Knocking on the door gently did I hear a faint come in.

Entering the room I saw Rick was sat down by Carl who's chest was rising and falling normally which sent relief to shoot through me.

Ricks bags were a dark shade of grey and his face was still coated in crimson blood which caused his hair to stick to his face.

"How is he?"

"He'll live."

"He's a strong boy." I smiled.

"Yeah he is."

"Hey why don't you get some sleep? I'll stay with him for a bit."

"No I-"

"Rick, you need some sleep. Go."

"Alright." He nodded kissing Carl's forehead before standing up.

It felt as though we were back at the farm for a minute and I breathed deeply, things were much simpler then, our biggest problem was probably Randel, which seemed like such a simple problem compared to the wolves.

As he walked over to me he suddenly wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck.

Smiling softly I returned the gesture.

"He's gonna be okay. He's been shot before and he survived. He'll survive this Rick. I know it."

Nodding his head he slowly pulled away and squeezed my shoulder before leaving the room.

I myself sat down in the chair that was by Carl's bed and took his hand in mine although it was caked in thick blood.

I rested my face on the side of the bed and just held his hand as I waited for the boy to wake up.

I'd say an hour or so had passed before I could feel him squeeze my hand. About time.

I instantly shot up as I saw Carl open his one eye.

Unfortunately he had lost an eye. But I didn't mind, he was still Carl.

"Hey there bud." I smiled.

"Hey Ophelia."

"How you feeling?"

Okay stupid question. He wasn't gonna feel like rainbows and ponies.

"Like hell."

"I thought I told you not to make a habit of getting shot mister."

"Yeah sorry about that." He chuckled.

He swallowed harshly as he found the strength to speak, his voice hoarse.

"Where'd dad?" The boy asked.

"He's just gone to get some rest. Don't worry he'll be here soon."

"Okay." He yawned.

"Why don't you get some more sleep bud?"

"Okay Ophelia."

"Night kid."

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