𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 |-/ rarl

ZWEI

carl woke up dizzy in the infirmary. everything was silent outside, too silent compared to when he passed out to the sound of bombs and gunfires. he jumped out of bed and ran to the window; everything was calm out there as if there was never been a confront at all, like everything was a nightmare, a delirium made up by his tricky mind.

he dragged himself to the house, michonne and rick were waiting for him at the door.

"thank god you're ok" rick kissed the top of his head while hugging him.

"we were so worried, come in" michonne ordered as rick leaded him to the house. they explained they wanted to be in the nursery when he wake up, but they needed to make sure there was no saviors left. carl understood completely.

"how did i ended up in the nursery?" he asked.

"siddiq found you in front of his door. you were unconsious. but your wounds had healings, so he just improved 'em and called us out."

carl sighed. so it were real after all. ron anderson had actually saved his life, he didn't thought that boy could do anything for anyone but himself, specially for someone related to rick. i mean, ron hated him, didn't he? how could it be?

with the excuse he wanted to rest for a little bit, carl ran up the stairs to his bedroom, finally taking a look at his clothes; the sleeves were ripped, but what caught his attention was the fact that it was missing a button. wasn't it there before?

he took a deep breath before taking it off and checking himself in the mirror. so many bruises, yet what most hurts was hidden beneath those ribbons. he unwrapped it slowly to stare at his own reflection and mourn they were still there. he hated to feel that dysmorphic.

he took a long bath then took care of the curatives and bandages, wrapping his breasts with tape and strips, so he could recognize himself in the mirror.

ready for another fight.