Hershel Greene's Youngest Daughter

Part 5: My Turn

     I was standing in the room Carl was in with Daddy. I was helping him check Carl's vitals. Me and him were on the side of the bed opposite to the side Lori, and Rick were on.

    I was checking his temperature, when I felt him start to move which startles me. I look at his face to see his eyes flutter open. I walk over closer to daddy, not walking far away at all though. He was waking up for the first time since daddy took the first fragment out.

    He looks around frantically, looking at the room he's in. I mean he obviously doesn't recognize it. He calms a little after seeing his parents at his bedside. He coughs.

    "Where are we?" He asks his parents.

    "Hey little man. That's Hershel." Rick says looking over at daddy, after going closer to Carl's bedside then looks at me, "And his daughter Mackenzie, we're in their house. You had an accident."

    "All right. It hurts, a lot." Carl says looking at his parents. Lori strokes his hair.

    "Oh baby, I know. I know." She says to her son. Carl looks to his mom and smiles.

    "You should have seen it."

    "What?"

    "The deer, it was so pretty mom. It was so close. I've never been...", I smile, but get confused when Carl stops talking. And loses his happy expression looking up at the ceiling.

    "Carl? What's happening?!" Lori and Rick both ask. Then Carl starts to shake violently. I gasp, eyes widening. Rick tries to grab at him.

    "Don't, it's a seizure if you hold him down you could hurt him." Dad yells pulling me closer to him. He hugs me. Rick backs away and does the same with Lori.

"You can't stop it!?" Lori asks, in Rick's arms.

"He just has to go through it." Daddy tells them. Lori is sobbing. Rick is tearing up. I feel I tear go down my cheek, I feel so bad for them. I hug Dad tighter.

Carl's seizure stops, and daddy goes to check on him. I stay in my spot.

"His brain isn't getting enough blood. His pressure is bottoming." Daddy says while checking him. I bite my lip, cause I know that Carl's gonna need another transfusion, and I am afraid of needles. I haven't really thought about my fear that much, even when Dad brought it up in the argument. But, I also said I wanted to help.

"Okay, I'm ready." Rick says, letting go of Lori, and sticking his arm out.

"If I take anymore out of you, your body could shut down. You could go into a coma." Dad says shaking his head.

"Or cardiac arrest." I say, I went with daddy sometimes to the vet office, and learned that at one point.

"Your wasting time." Rick said, and daddy starts to get the needle ready. I look over at Dad he catches my eye, and nods.

"No Rick, I'll do it." I say, rolling my sweater sleeve up. Rick starts to shake his head.

"No, your just a ki-" he goes to say, but I cut him off.

"A kid? Yeah I know, and your a man, but we're both humans. I'm just as capable to give blood, even more capable than you right now. Sit down and rest Rick I'll take this one. It's my turn."

He looks to my dad for approval, and Dad nods his head at him. Rick puts his arm down , and goes back to hugging Lori.

Daddy walks over with the needle in his hand. It's not just needles, but I also hate having blood drawn. Seeing my blood go through the tube makes me queasy. My breath quickens. I'll be fine, it's just a needle. It's just a needle Mackenzie. Stop being a wimp. I think to myself.

Dad puts the rubber tie around my bicep. I take a deep breath and look away knowing he's about to do it. I see Lori and Rick watching. Their not hugging Anymore. Rick's arm is around her shoulders.

"Thank you so much." Lori whispers to me from her spot. I nod, then I feel a pinching in my arm. I hiss in pain and squeeze my eyes shut.

The stinging goes away and I open my eyes. I look down and see the tube. And my blood filling the vile. I get light headed. I don't realize I'm losing my balance, and are about to fall over until Dad squeezes my arm tighter, and Rick runs over and grabs my other arm and puts a hand on my back to steady me.

He stays there until I nod to him saying I'm okay. Even after that he stays close to me. In case him or Dad need to catch me in the remaining time of this transfusion.

When it's over. Lori walks up with a glass of orange juice she got from the kitchen. I didn't even see her leave. I thank her and take a drink.

"Thank you. Thanks so much." Lori says and then hugs me. I smile.

Rick smiles and nods his thanks to me.

"Why do you want to help Carl so much?" He asks me. I shrug.

"Us kids gotta stick together right?" I say back chuckling a little.

Rick and Lori chuckle to along with Dad. They're good people. They deserve to have their son get better, I want Carl to get better. For them, and also because I'm starting to like this kid. And, I haven't even talked to him.

But, it feels good to help. Hopefully Shane and Otis will get back soon. If they don't, Carl's gonna die. I don't want anyone else to die.

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