It had been a few days since I left the 'hospital'. None of it went very well if I was honest, Dad and Michonne were furious with Ron, Denise was constantly ask questions to the point where after five minute she was asking all the same ones over and over again. I had heard about what happen with Glenn, Maggie and Edin. Mostly because Maggie and Glenn came to check on me. Edin for the most part was avoiding me whenever she could manage, something about what happened with Ron.

Speaking of Ron now what he's family being... Dead... Dad agreed to have him stay with us. That wasn't an easy to convince him though using the line 'easier to keep an eye on him' sold him on the idea, even made him laugh a little... I was not amused. Though it wasn't much worse than all the jokes Glenn had attempted and failed. The only person who didn't bring it up was Ron whenever it was mentioned he went quiet, looking at nothing but the ground.

Ron and I were now sitting in my room, Ron on the end of the bed laying on his back with a comic book in hand while I was busying focusing on the ball Denise had given me for physical therapy. Each time the ball hit the wall with a loud bang Ron flinched in annoyance, making me slightly amused.

"Do you really have to do that?" Ron pipes up.

"Doctor's orders."

Ron mumbled. "She not even a real Doctor."

I pause to look at Ron. "Well, she saved my life good enough for me."

Again looks at me for a second looking as he wanted to say something, it was clear he was upset in that moment but seeming as if he thought better of it Ron quickly looking back to comic book. Watching him a little longer I see the way he blank looks at the book not even attempting to seem as if he was reading it anymore. Hesitantly I turn back to the wall and started throwing the ball once again. It doesn't take long to hear Michonne voice.

"Carl!"

"What?" I quickly reply. "Denise says this is p.t."

"I can't hear you come on out." My Dad voice.

Looking to Ron while he keeps his gaze fixed on the comic book before getting up and leaving my room to make my way out to my Father's room. First thing I see is grinning Michonne before walking in to the door way to see my Father getting ready for the run he was going on with Daryl.

"What?" I repeat. "Denise says its p.t." Only to have him copy me, making me smile. "You heard me."

"Yeah."

"It time to change your bandage." Michonne points out. "And I need to borrow some tooth paste."

"K, but I'm outta toothpaste. Ron and I have been sharing." I toss the ball to Dad having him catch it easy. "Bye Dad."

He replies with a simple, "See you later."

I walk back to my room to find now Ron had moved to sit up on the bed with his legs crossed. Comic book now sat practically forgotten on the bedside table. Moving to the bed I sit close enough to Ron so our legs brush against each other as I reach out to put my hand over his to gets his attention. Unfortunately, making Ron come out of his looking like a deer in headlights until he looked at me seeming to realise where he was again.

I give a small reassuring smile while giving his hand a subtle tight squeeze. Ron looks down at our hands noticing them for the first time. Ron quickly retreats his hand so both his hands were now sitting in his lap. Biting back the slight sting and disappointment of his action I continue to smile.

"Michonne gonna change my bandage." I say. "Are you gonna come or...?"

"I don't think I can... I'm not-" Ron looks down to his hands not finishing his sentence.

"It okay." I assure him. "You went through a lot, I understand."

"So did you. And you still-"

I place a hand on his shoulder causing him to look up at me. "Don't do that. You and I are different people and these are two completely different experiences."

Ron looks in my eyes, searching them. The way he made it look was almost as if he was search for something on my face. Maybe that I was lying to him or even judging him somehow. My heart seemed to speed up the longer he watched me. Yet I didn't break eye contact with him until what I thought were tears welling up in his eyes before quickly looking back down.

I squeezes his shoulder in attempt to comfort him without freaking him out too much. Lately Ron couldn't handle being around people, let alone have them touching him. It was to the point Ron only goes where I am or stays in the house. Nowhere as bad as his Brother use to be and to be honest I was surprised he was functioning at all.

When I first woke up I caught him sitting by my bed behind my Father, apologising over and over whilst he cried. That day I couldn't even speak to him for how many drugs Denise had put in me. Though I remember how broken Ron looked it broke my heart. I hope I never have to see him like that again. Ron looks back to me with a forced smile before quickly dropping it.

"You should go to Michonne get your bandage changed." Ron reminds me. "Remember you are hanging out with Enid today."

I blink, suddenly remembering Enid. "You can come-"

Cutting me off Ron stands up. "Carl, I really don't want to hang out with my ex and her new boyfriend."

"Wait what?" I ask in disbelief. "Is that why you don't see her anymore cause you think we are dating? Ron we're not-"

"Thats not what I meant." He rubbed his hand over his face. "It just- It'll be weird right? Of course it will. My ex girlfriend and the guy I-"

Ron words come to a holt as I silently watch him come to a complete pause no longer walking the length of the room over and over. Sitting silently while I watch Ron getting lost in his thoughts. I go to get up to try and console him when I hear Michonne calling me from another part of the house. Her voice to seem to snap Ron back into action because when I go to say something Ron rushes out the word of something to do with a shower then literally run out of the room.