"Come on." I laughed and moved the bed. "This is important we have to get this right!" Ron said. "Ron, Enid's gonna love it no matter what." I smiled. He sighed and crossed his arms.
I scooted the bed towards the middle of the room. "Perfect." He smiled. I sighed and he laughed and hugged me. "Thank you." He said. "Your so welcome." I smiled.
We pulled away and I left. I heard Enid's scream like she was so happy just a few seconds later. I continued walking and went back home. I opened the door and saw blood all over the floor. My heart sunk. "Carl?" I yelled.
I ran up the stairs following the trail of blood. I twisted Carl's bedroom door and it opened. "Carl?" I asked. I went into the bathroom and tried to open the door. "Go away!" Carl yelled as his voice cracked. "Carl please open the damn door..." I said against it.
There was a moment of silence then the door unlocked. I opened it and stepped in. I looked at Carl and saw him surrounding in blood. "Carl what the hell happened?" I freaked and looked up at him.
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"I had to get away for a while. I went into the woods and there was a Walker and I wasn't paying attention. It almost got me, I fell into a dumb barbed wire fence." He said. "Then why are you crying?" I freaked. "It hurts like hell." He whined. I sighed.
"I'll be right back." I said. I went down the stairs and grabbed the first aid kit. I ran back up the stairs and went into his room. "Where is it all hurting at?" I asked. "My back, my hands, my arms." He closed his eyes as tears fell.
He took off his shirt slowly. "Dammit." He stopped. I put down the kit and helped him. "Do you love this shirt?" I asked. "No." He said.
I cut the damn thing off and he threw it in the trash. "Here." I said handing him and rag. "Just squeeze the hell out of it." I said. I grabbed a rag and wetted it then got all the blood off. I then grabbed some rubbing alcohol and a cotton ball.
"Lay down on your stomach." I said. He looked at me. "Just do it." I laughed. He grunted and laid down. "This isn't gonna feel too good." I said.
I just grabbed the bottle and slowly poured it on the gashes. "Dammit." He closed his eyes. I held out my hand and he instantly grabbed it and squeezed it. He slowly stopped squeezing it and then sighed.
I dried up everything but the cuts. I then put some medicine on it. "Okay you can get up." I said and he did. He sat down on the toilet. "It actually feels better." He laughed. I smiled.
He held out his arm and I did the same process except this time he was watching me carefully. It didn't hurt as bad on him because they weren't as deep. I did the other arm too. He opened his hand and I saw a huge gash. "Oh god." I breathed.
He sighed. "Just do it." He looked away. I cleaned the blood off and cleaned it all up. "Come here." I said. He looked at me and I turned on the water. He grabbed my hand instantly and looked away. I put his hand under the water. "Fuck." He squeezed my hand.
I turned it off and then dried it up. I poured alcohol on it then put medicine on it too. I wrapped it up and Carl let go of my hand. "All done." I smiled. He sighed. "Thank you." He looked up at me.
I smiled. "Your welcome." I walked out and I felt an arm grab me and turn me around. I laughed and looked at him. "Where the hell did you learn how to do that stuff?" He asked. "Well if you have lived by yourself for years and years then you pretty much have too." I said.
"I taught myself I guess." I said. He smiled at me and let go. "You did good!" I heard Carl say before I continued walking.
