Our blood on his hands
I heard the safety of his gun click off. I stopped struggling and closed my eyes.
"Just shoot." I said.
I heard a gunshot go off.
This is it. I'm dead.
I waited for the impact but it never came. I opened my eyes and noticed the man fall to the ground. I looked and saw my dad holding his gun up. I ran to him and hugged him.
"Where-where's Carl? Is he-he dead?!" I asked, wiping tears away.
"Uh...well he lost a lot of blood... We think he was shot. There's a good chance that... That he was shot in the lung... He is internally and externally bleeding... There's a chance that he might not make it..." The world became dizzy and I collapsed to the ground. My dad caught me and brought me to the ground, where I broke out in tears.
"Shh... I'm sorry. I know how much you love him. He's tough, he-"
"Don't." I put a hand on his chest and broke out of our small hug. "Don't bullshit me. I know he's not fucking making it. This isn't a world where people survive this type of injury. He was shot in the chest-"
"Lung, actually..."
"You're no fucking help." I stood up and wiped the rushing tears away from my eyes.
"You better watch your mouth, sunshine." He said as I walked away.
I ran into the prison, towards my cell. I decided to walk past my cell and into the infirmary.
I walked in and walked past Maggie, Beth and Hershel who were working on Carl. I saw him, lying unconscious on the cot. He looked lifeless. He was pale, his breathing was slow, and there was blood everywhere. I dropped to my knees beside him and broke down in tears.
"Melissa, you need to give us some space." Hershel put a hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off.
"I'm staying here." I demanded. I moved to the other side of the bed, giving them space to work. I held his hand and put my other hand on his cheek.
"Melissa?" Carol walked in after Hershel, Beth and Maggie took a break. I knew they gave up on him. But I don't care, I'm staying here with him until he turns.
"I just want to be alone. Please." Carol nodded and walked out.
"Carl, you go, I go. I can't live without you. Stay alive, please. I'm gonna be right here when you wake up. I don't care if it takes two days or two months, I'm not leaving your side. God, this is all my fault. Carl, I'm so sorry." I whispered, placing my head on his shoulder. I was now sitting on a char that beth brought in right beside the bed. I crossed my legs onto the chair and let the tears fall.
"You go, I go." I kept repeating it. "Please don't go." I begged. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I took my knife out and pointed it at the person, not moving at all, keeping my head on carls shoulder.
"Whoever you are, whatever you want, I don't care. Leave me alone." I said.
"Mel, listen..." My dad took the knife from my hand. "We don't know if he's gonna make it-"
"HES GONNA MAKE IT! HE HAS TO MAKE IT! he can't leave me..." I whispered the last part, lifting my head up and showing my dad all the fresh tears.
He hugged me and let me cry into his chest.
"Rick doesn't even know... Where is he?" I whispered.
"Nobody knows anymore," he said."he's lost it..." I nodded.
"Who was it?" I asked. "Who tried to take me?"
"One of Phillips men."
"What does he want from us?" I asked, looking up to my dad.
"Our blood on his hands." He replied. I look back at Carl.
"Why?" I asked, still looking at an unconscious Carl, trying not to break down in tears again. I honestly do not care how many questions I am asking, even if I know the answers to them.
"We took Glenn and Maggie back, we took Michone in, we killed his men, we took in most of his people, and we tried to kill him. Honestly, I'd be surprised if he didn't want us dead..." I frowned.
"Melissa?" A voice called. I look at my dad.
"Did you say that-"
"Melissa!" Carl. I scrambled to stand up and I went to carls bed.
"Carl..." I smiled and grabbed his hand.
"You-you were dead... T-they killed you..." He cried. I bent down and hugged him.
"No... I'm still here. And so are you." I'm surprised. It's barley been a day and he's awake. I'm not complaining or anything, I'm glad to have him alive.
I kissed his lips,which I though was something I'd never be able to do again.
"I love you, Carl."
"I love you too, my angel." I smiled at his corny nickname for me. I'm his angel. He smiled too.
My dad stood up and walked out of the room.
"I tried to save you, Melissa. I really did. I couldn't k-"
"It's okay. Don't worry. I love you, Carl." He smiled.
"I love you, too-" he stopped talking and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
"Carl..?" He began to shake uncontrollably.
"Carl! CARL! HELP!" I cried. Hershel came running in.
"He's having a seizure. Don't touch him." Hershel said. My dad must have known I was gonna run up to him because he already started running up to me. He held me in his arms as Carl was seizing. Everyone was standing there. Rick walked in quickly, seeing his son having a seizure. I walked up to him and hugged him.
"N-no..." Was all he managed to choke out.
Carl stopped moving and laid still.
He wasn't breathing. I walked to the bed.
"C-Carl?!"