I wish Carl would get better. He finally convinced me that it wasn't my fault. Ever since he got shot I've felt like I'm depressed. Daryl and Rick try everything they can to try and cheer me up. But nothing works I won't be happy until Carl can actually walk again. Which could be a couple of weeks. I walked in to check on Carl and I sat right next to him on the bed and smiled. He was so cute when he was asleep. He opened his eyes slowly. "Sorry did I wake you up?" I asked. "No ... your fine." Carl said. "Do you need anything?" I asked Carl. "Water?" He asked trying not to sound rude. "of
Course." He smiled at me. "Hey I need some water Daryl." I said. "For Carl?" He asked. "Yeah." I said. "He look any better." Daryl Asked. "I guess." I said quietly. "Hey he'll get better." He said. "I hope." I said quietly. He handed me the water. "Thanks" I smiled. I walked back in and handed it to Carl. "Thanks" he said smiling. "Anything for you." I giggled.
