Ugh it's been so long!
So sorry for the wait, but exams are approaching at lightning speed and homework is priority.
This chapter is mostly filler as I am sorting out my ideas again.
As always, I unfortunately don't own anything related to The Walking Dead.
Enjoy!
"What happened?" Blake knelt to the ground to see what was wrong with Carl's leg. She was relieved when she figured out the problem. "You broke your stitches! How did you manage that?"
"Well I don't know." Carl responded at Blake stood back up. "Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I ran over here to rescue you." He smirked.
"Well that is definitely a possibility." Blake smirked back, allowing Carl to lean on her as they made their way over to Carl's discarded crutches. "Here." Blake bent down to hand Carl his crutches. "Let's get back to the house a stitch you up." She said, throwing the water bottles and soap into the laundry basket that already held the clean clothes. They started walking back to the house, Carl's leg bleeding heavily and leaving a trail in the grass. "You okay?" Blake asked.
"Yeah, fine." Carl smiled back, but his eyes gave away the pain he was in.
They reached the house a moment later, Blake opening the door for Carl. He made his way over to the couch, sitting down while Blake retrieved makeshift first aid kit from the kitchen.
"We're out of peroxide." She sighed, mixing some soap and water to try and sterilize the stitching equipment. "Here." She dipped a cleanest cloth she could find in the soapy water and handed it to Carl. "Clean it up a bit. It'll hurt less if you do it."
"Okay." He started wiping the blood away, trying not to make faces as the soap ad pressure stung his wound.
Blake finished threading the needle and placed it in the water to let it soak. "Good thing you left these pants on." Blake smirked, referring to the jeans she had cut up when Carl had first gotten shot. "I don't have to ruin the new jeans I found." Carl smiled back, handing the cloth back after he cleaned most of the blood way. "This is going to hurt." Blake warned as she set up to remove the broken stitches.
"Think I'm used to it by now." Carl's attempt at a joke didn't make Blake smile as he intended it to. She just concentrated on pulling the thread out without causing Carl more pain than was inevitable.
"You okay?" Blake asked as Carl's leg jerked slightly.
"Yeah." He tried to keep his leg from moving. "Keep going."
The thread came out in four pieces, each one causing Carl more pain. Blake mumbled an apology every time Carl flinched.
Once the thread was all out, Blake grabbed the rethreaded needle. "This is also going to hurt." Blake warned again, deciding where to start with the stitches.
"Let me know when something isn't going to hurt, will you?" Carl sighed, only half joking. His leg had been throbbing in pain with each heartbeat for the past three days, pain that only worsened when something touched the wound or the area around it. He gripped the edge of the couch as Blake started sewing the still bleeding hole for the second time. The stitches hurt a little more than the removal of the thread, but Blake was quick and meticulous, getting the job done in a few minutes. "Thanks." Carl released his grip on the couch, relaxing slightly while Blake cleaned the dried blood and proceeded to bandage the wound using gauze pads and a ripped up t-shirt.
"No problem." She put the 'medical' equipment back in the bag and taking it back to the kitchen where everything was kept in bags. Just in case. Blake went back to the living room, sitting down on the couch with Carl.
"Here." Blake finally took the sheriff's hat off of her head and handed it back to Carl.
"Thanks." He smiled.
"Your dad was sheriff's deputy, right?" Blake asked.
"Yeah, why?" Carl placed the hat back on his head.
"Why do you wear his hat?" Blake smirked.
"Well, a while back-" Carl was interrupted by the front door opening. Blake aimed her gun, but it was just Rick and Michonne. She quickly put the weapon down.
"Hey." She smiled as Rick placed a bag in the kitchen and came out into the living room. "Find anything useful?"
"Yeah, actually." Rick ran a hand over his beard, but then his eyes traveled to the floor. More specifically, the fresh blood on the floor. "What happened?" He exclaimed, looking both teens over. Michonne dropped her bags and rushed into the room as well, making sure everyone was okay.
"It's fine." Carl assured his father. "We're all good."
"Where'd the blood come from?" Michonne asked, noticing the new trail of congealing red liquid leading from the back door to the couch.
"Carl broke his stitches." Blake explained. "But I fixed them."
"How?" Rick gave his son another onceover, making certain he was unharmed.
"A walker attacked Blake, I had to help her."
"You couldn't shoot it?"
"Could've shot her." It was true, the walker's head was much too close to Blake's
"You're okay?" Rick asked both of the kids, looking to each one for their nod of confirmation. "Okay. That's all that matters."
"So." Blake jumped in. "What did you find?"
"Water, batteries and these." Michonne smiled and reached into a bag, pulling out a walkie-talkie. "There's four. We'll each keep one and a spare set of batteries. We can talk to each other while we're on runs or communicate of any of us ever get separated."
"Cool!" Blake got up and retrieved the two radios Michonne offered to her. She handed one to Carl and clipped the other to her own belt, making sure it would always be within reach. Michonne secured hers to her belt and Blake noticed that Rick already had his on. "Any idea what the range is?"
"No," Michonne sighed. "hopefully we won't need to find out."
"Hopefully." Rick agreed.
"You want to move upstairs?" Blake suggested to Carl. "There are four bedrooms. Board games. Safer if anything happened."
"That's a good idea." Rick agreed. "We aren't going far anytime soon. Staying upstairs might be a good idea for all of us."
"Sounds good to me." Carl agreed. "How many locks are left to put up?"
"Four." Blake answered, she, Michonne and Rick had already installed six locks, and they had found ten. "Shouldn't take more than ten minutes."
"Blake and I can do that." Michonne said. "Why don't you and Carl get settled upstairs?" the question was directed at Rick.
"Yeah." Rick nodded, stepping towards the couch as Blake went to grab the locks, screws and screw drivers.
"Just so you know," Blake called as Rick and Carl started heading upstairs, "board games are under the bed in the first bedroom on the right side of the hall."
Meh, boring chapter. Next one will be more exciting, I promise!
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