Incoherent. (Lams)

Chapter Thirty Two

Alexander Pov
Well.
Fuck me then.

My face is fucked up and I can't fucking run and MY ARM IS GONE!

Just in case anyone forgot, because that fucking sucks.
A lot.

(No one forgot.)
Shut the fuck up!
Nobody asked you!
(-_-)
ANYWAY-

"You really did a number on that Charles guy." Washington said coming out of his room.

"Wait he's still here? I hissed.

"Yes he's still here. For a second I thought you and John had killed the man. But it looks as those you got the worst of it, my boy." Washington said, sitting in the chair across from me.
"Where are the others?"

"They're getting the shit for my broken ribs." I told him, looking back up at the ceiling.

We heard growling outside.

"Sir I think there's a -"
"Yeah, I'll go get it. Do you have your knife on you?" He asked.

"If I did then Charles would be dead." I muttered.

"Alexander!" Washington exclaimed.

I shrugged.

"I'll just go out there and try to lure them away."

"I don't fuckin' care." I said under my breath.

"What was that?" He asked.

"Nothing." I said almost too quickly.

He gave me a glare and then headed outside. Without him here to distract me and with John out the only thing I could focus on was my massive headache.

I started to see red splotches. "S-Sir?" I called becoming nervous.

Soon I could barely see anything besides the weird splotches and in a panic shouted for Washington again. I felt someone touch my shoulder. "

"I-I can't see! What the fuck?! Help me! I can't see!" I exclaimed.

"Son it's alright. Just close your eyes. I'm going to be outside taking care of walkers. Close your eyes and it should get better."

I panted softly and muttered okays. I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw.

This is the absolute worst.
I literally do not think it can get worse.

"Hey Alex." Charles said, limping into the room.

"H-hey Charles." I choked out.

My vision went back to normal. I sighed out of relief.

"Charles? Call me Charlie. Like you used to. I..hope we can put this behind us." He said with a weak grin.

"...okay. I  think you understand we aren't friends. I mean, in the future maybe but not now. Hell, I'm still getting over the fact that your name is carved in my back." I told him.

"Fair enough. I'm extremely sorry." He said with sincerity.

I gave him a small nod and laid my head back down.

I heard Washington shout my name. I hopped up and was immediately struck with pain. I screamed out in agonizing pang in my chest.

"S-Sir!" I cried.

Charles came out of his room.
"..what are you doing?" He asked.

"Washington! He needs help." I grabbed at my ribs and winced.

I pushed myself on my feet despite the fact I was literally forcing myself through torture. Charles came to my side and we both held each other up as we went to save Washington. When we opened the door we saw a crowd of about thirty walkers crowding him.

Charles immediately dropped from my side handed me a gun and ran back inside.

"Oh. Thanks." I muttered.

I held the gun up and shot all around Washington. Soon they were all down and I was leaning against the doorway with all my weight.

"Son! Thank you! I would have died!" He exclaimed jogging to me. "I would hug you but..." His eyes averted to my chest.

I chuckled softly and said "Yeah, don't hug me please."

"I don't know how you do it Son. You truly are an inspiration. Broken ribs and all you managed to save me." He said, his hand resting on my shoulder.

I gave him a small smile and said,
"I think I'm gonna pass out."

"Oh!" He exclaimed, coming to my side and helping me back inside.

The pain in my chest was finally relieved a bit when I lied back down.

"T-thank you sir." I choked with a smile on my face.

"Don't thank me. You're the one who saved me."

I did it.
I saved him.
I love that warm feeling when you do something right.