Baby grimes (season two - the walking dead fan fiction - rick grimes daughter)

Chapter Five

Rick was in a complete panic. He ran as hard as he could, pushing himself beyond his limit. His hole body hurt but he couldn't stop. His son was motionless in his arms, dying. He could not stop, not even to catch his breath.

He ran through the trees and across a field. Part way across his legs almost gave way. He fumbled "no, no come on" he shouted at himself, he needed to keep himself moving. He readjusted his hold on Carl's body and kept running.

Shane and the other man were right behind them. The man stumbled and rick could hear Shane yelling at him "hey! Come on shit head! Move, get us there!" Rick knew he couldn't wait for them "how far! HOW FAR!!!" He yelled back at the man.

The man quickly pointed in the direct of the farm "that way! Hershel! Talk to Hershel he'll help ya boy!" Rick didn't wait a second longer and took of as fast as he could. He couldn't waste a second.

Rick grunted and clenched his jaw hard. His body was screaming for him to stop but he couldn't let it. He needed to save his son. His body was just starting to shut down when the house finally came into view. He readjusted Carl one more time and pushed forward. He was so close, he just needed to get there now.

He could see a women on the porch as he got closer. His hole body was cramping up as a man came rushing out of the front door. A few other people followed him out. Rick finally got close enough as the old guy at the front yelled out to him "was he bit!"

"Shot! By your man." He barley managed to get out as he struggled to breath. The old guy quickly walked down to him as rick kept moving forward to them. A women called out "Otis?". Rick ignored her and kept his focus on the old man "he said to find Hershel. Is that you?" The old man nodded but kept his gaze on Carl.

"Help me! Help more boy!" Rick said trying not to drop Carl as his body almost gave way again. Hershel finally got a look at Carl and quickly started rushing back to the house "get him inside, inside!" They all rushed back to the house.

Hershel called out "Patricia, I need my full kit!" Rick was close behind following Hershel into a bedroom. Hershel kept yelling orders, everything was moving so fast but rick couldn't even process "Maggie! Pain killers, coagulants. Grab everything! Towels, sheets! In here!"

Hershel quickly pulled a blanket away for where rick needed o place Carl. He laid him down and all he could do was stare at his son on the bed. He didn't move away properly. Just kept staring. His son, his first born. Lying there dying, he felt helpless, he felt like it was his fault. He kept asking himself why not me.

He struggled to say "is he alive?" Hershel got straight to work "pillow case, quick!" Rick rushed to grab the pillow and tore the case off "is... is he alive?" Hershel didn't even give to thoughts to his question, just gave orders "fold it, like a pad." Rick did so he placed the folded up pillow code on the wound. "Put pressure in the wound." Hershel said as he steps back to grab things.

Rick couldn't take his eyes off Carl, he looked dead. He was so pale and covered in blood, he didn't move at all. Rick couldn't even tell if he was breathing. Hershel used his stethoscope to check Carl "I've got a heart beat. It's faint." Rick could hardly hear Hershel over his brain going a hundred miles a minute.

Someone pulled him back and tried to get in front of him "I've got it, step back." Another women tries pushing him back "we need some space" rick was struggling to pull himself together as Hershel called out to him again "what is your name?"

It took a few seconds for rick to get the words out "rick..rick...I'm rick." Hershel said "Rick, we're gonna do everything we can ok, but you need to give us some room...now" rick looked at him then back at his son. It was hard for him to leave him there like that but he knew he couldn't do anything and these people were Carl's only chance.