Isabelle
My eyes snapped open. I was sitting in a chair in the room that Carl was in. Hershel was talking. "-operate on your boy without the respirator." My heart leapt. They weren't back. Shit. "You said that it wouldn't work." Lori said. "I know. It's extremely unlikely. But we can't wait much longer." Hershel said. Lori and Rick walked out, and Hershel sat on the edge of the bed that Carl was in. I got up and stood just outside the door, trying to listen to Lori and Rick's conversation. "-isn't a world for children anymore." Lori said. "Yeah, well, we have a child. Carl is here in this world now." Rick said. "I'm not just talking about Carl. Sophia's gone, and Isabelle is sitting in there blaming herself for Carl getting shot. It's all over her face. She thinks that if she hadn't demanded to go, he wouldn't have, either. She had to kill her parents, and her best friend. She had Amy, but now she's gone. Same with Sophia. She has no one." Lori said.
I tuned and sat back in the chair. Was it that obvious that I blamed myself? I felt guilty, because I'd grabbed a few hours of sleep twice, and Rick, Lori, Hershel, Shane, Maggie, Otis, and Patricia hadn't slept a wink. I could hear Lori and Rick arguing loudly, but I didn't want to listen, but I still heard. "Tell me why it would be better for Carl to live through tonight. Please." Lori begged. Rick was silent. I got up and walked out.
They both looked at me. "It would be better because I wouldn't be alone. Because you could watch him grow up, and teach him what you want him to learn. If he dies, you won't forgive yourself. You'll look back on this moment and think how stupid you were to think, or even say this." I said. Rick looked at Lori, and she looked at me. I headed inside and sat back down.
I walked out to go to the bathroom. When I came back, Lori was sobbing wile Rick held her, and Hershel was bent over Carl. I froze. Lori turned to me. "Carl... he-he woke up, talked, and them he... he... he..." she burst back into tears. Rick turned to me. "He had a-a seizure." He choked out. I felt my face to white. My lips parted, and I sucked a breath in. My face turned, and I knew that it looked as if I was in pain.
I turned and looked I got the kitchen. Patricia was sewing up T-Dogs cut, Maggie was holding his arm down, and Glenn was standing next to him. Huh. I didn't know that they had gotten here.
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The Walking Dead Season 2
FanfictionThe apocalypse is real, and it's taken almost everything Isabelle cares about. Almost. Against all odds, she found a group, like a second family. They had a place, until they were forced to move in order to survive. After all, you can never stay in...
