Fight For Life ⤜ Carl Grimes

⤜one

Rose and Maggie sat on the front porch of the white farm house, enjoying the beautiful breeze and sight of the green fields before them. It had been about 2 months since her parents had passed. She was still broken, but slowly overcoming it. She wanted to live for her mother.

Rose looked down at her locket, using her hand to fiddle with it. "You know," Maggie started, "I lost my mother too. Both of them, actually. Step-mom, too."

Rose looked over at her. "Really?"

"Yeah, I guess I forgot to mention that. I loved my step-mom, even though I gave her and dad. hell when I was younger."

"What'd you do?" Rose asked with a smirk.

"Things your too young to know," Maggie replied, smiling back at Rose.

She looked around, looking at the beautiful farm she had come to love over the past couple of months. Something in the distance had caught her attention, it was a man, wearing a sheriff's uniform, carrying a young boy. His chest was drenched in blood from the young boy's gunshot wound. He breathed heavily as he ran, and struggled to hold the weight of his unconscious son.

Rose nudged Maggie, "Maggie, look. Over there."

Maggie looked up, using her binoculars to look at the figures, "Dad!"

As the man approached the house with the boy, Hershel, Beth, along with others came out of the house. "Was he bit?" Hershel asked.

"Shot," the man replied, his voice shaky and scared, "by your man."

"Otis?" Patricia asked, as they walked down the steps to approach the man.

"He said find Hershel, is that you? Help me, help my boy," the man cried.

"Get him inside," Hershel ordered as they walked inside the house. Rose made sure to stray behind, not wanting to interfere with the current situation. "Patricia, I need my full kit. Maggie, painkillers, coagulates- grab everything. Clean towels, sheets, alcohol. In here."

Hershel lifted up the covers of the bed in the guest bedroom, letting the man place the bleeding boy down. "Pillowcase," Hershel ordered the man.

"Is he still alive?" He asked, his voice shaky and calm.

"Pillowcase, quick."

The man looked around, grabbing a plain white pillow case off of the top of the bed, "is he still alive?"

"Fold it, make a pad." The man obeyed, folding the pillow case quickly. "Put pressure on the wound."

Rose stood in the doorway of the bedroom, watching as the man put the pillow case on his son's wound. Patricia handed Hershel his stethoscope. He put it on and put it up against the boys chest, listening for a heart beat. "I've got a heartbeat, it's faint."

"I got it, step back," Patricia ordered, putting her hands on the pillow case that was pressed up against the boys wounds as the man removed his.

"Maggie, we need an I.V," Hershel called, as Patricia told the man that they needed space. "Your name?" Hershel asked him.

"Rick. I'm- I'm Rick," he stuttered.

"Rick, we're gonna do everything we can, okay? You need to give us some room. Now."

The man nodded hesitantly, slowly leaving the room. Rose heard voices from outside. She looked out of the window, seeing Otis along with another man whom she had never seen before.

"Rose," Maggie called, grabbing her attention. "Put the IV in."

Rose ran over grabbing the IV, and the needle. Maggie showed her where to put the IV in, and hooked it up. After a little while, Rick, Otis and the other man walked back in the room. "You know his blood type?"Hershel asked, still putting pressure on the wound.