"Where are they going?" I ask Rick when he comes back in. I stumbled downstairs and watched through the window.
"Get some supplies" he tells me, going to push the couch against the door again.
I scurry over to where he is and help him "I could go and help" I suggest.
He grunts after it clunks against the wall "we both should rest.. you're still recovering from the flu and me.." he looks down at himself "well, I'm a mess all around." He lightly chuckles.
I smile with a little laugh as well "I found some bandages upstairs, let's get you cleaned up a bit." He nods and follows me up the stairs. I grab the first aid kit I found hidden in the back of a bathroom closet and bring it over to Rick.
I enter the bedroom and Rick's torn shirt is on the floor "think some ribs broke" he comments slowly lifting an arm up, wincing in pain. I unwrap some of the gauze and carefully wrap it around his stomach. He does his best not to wince and I tape it after a few wraps.
"Want me to re-wrap the hand?" I ask him.
He shakes his head "nah, save it" he tells me before moving to a dresser. He rummages through it for a moment before pulling out a white shirt and throwing it over his body. He sits on the bed, putting his head into his hand and exhales "I'm worried Sadie.." he tells me.
"About Carl?" I ask him.
He nods "ever since Lori.." He trails off. Rick and I haven't talked about her since then, but I know how much she meant to him. Even after everything came to light with Shane, Rick loved her through everything. I sit up, and rest my hand on his shoulder but don't saying anything, encouraging him to go on, to talk. "Carl is all I have left of her. If something happens to him, I wouldn't be able to go on. I wouldn't want to." He confides.
"Nothing is going to happen to him." I encourage. I believe it though, I know Carl is a fighter, he'll be just fine. Rick sighs, pulling a watch out of his pocket and looking at it. He places it on the nightstand and moves to lay down.
I move over a little in the small bed and lay down as well. We both stare up to the popcorn ceiling, our breath falling in sync with one another's "you know I thought once I found them that everything was going to be okay." He tells me.
I smile, remembering the moment he told me he found them. "Yanno, I was happy for you when you told me you found them, after getting me from that hospital." I remind him. "I was also scared.. I was worried that with them around you wouldn't need me around anymore.. Or that she wouldn't want me around.." I confide something back to him.
He chuckles and responds "Lori was a bit jealous at first, she was worried about you" he shakes his head just a bit. I can feel the pillow move under the weight.
"that's crazy.. all you did from the moment you woke up was search for her and Carl" I laugh along with him.
"She had this crazy idea of getting you and Shane together." He tilts his head just a little to look at me. "I told her to leave it all be, but I guess looking back at it now she had her own reasons for it.." He looks away saying the second part, the dark side of their past floating back to the surface.
"Shane and I had our moments, and our differences." I try and describe what it was to Rick. I don't know what he knows now, but I don't care to talk about it either "but I'm sure he was a great guy before-" I stop from continuing, my point getting made. I think I truly believe that though. A guy like Rick wouldn't have been friends with him all those years if he wasn't a good person at some point.
"I think Lori finally realized she had nothing to worry about when you came out that morning at the CDC." he says, a yawn escaping his mouth. I move my head off the pillow to look at him, not sure what he meant "you came out to breakfast in Daryl's shirt. Her and I just chuckled to one another.. We didn't see that happening" he explains.
I laugh now, remembering that moment "actually, nothing even happened with Daryl then.." I stop, his name bringing up emotions I don't want to feel right now.
I turn my body away from Rick, curling my legs just a bit "Don't worry, I'm sure he got out" Rick puts a hand on my arm now.
"Yea, probably" I mumble back closing my eyes.
"He's probably searching everywhere for you right now" He squeezes just a little for reinforcement.
"Doubt it. Daryl and I kind of-" I trail off. We were never really dating, terms like boyfriend and girlfriend seem so irrelevant in this world "we just aren't.." I get out.
Rick keeps his arm there for a few more moments before moving it "I'm sorry" I hear him sigh out.
"It's fine.." I say back keeping my eyes closed. I don't want to talk about him, I just want to sleep and let the darkness take over my body.
A man's painful yell stirs me from my sleep and I open my eyes wide. I turn my head to Rick whose eyes are wide as well. He eyes me, telling me to stay quiet with just a look and I nod telling him I would.
"You plan on finishing the job?" A voice calls to someone.
Another one answers "I'm getting an earache and I know he's just gonna let his ass squeal."
There's at least 3 of them, not including the one they hurt "after what he did, the man deserves to bleed." Rick grabs his watch from the stand and looks at it. "Y'all stay down there if ya want" I hear the man say and Rick motions for me to get up and move. I move quickly to the wall, pushing myself up against it as Rick and I listen to the footsteps get louder. My heart races as sweat pours down my face as I worry about whoever is here. A door from upstairs opens and Rick peaks his head out to look. He quickly comes back in and points down to the bed. I slide underneath, moving as close as possible to the middle next to Rick. I look up and see the boots of the man upstairs come back into the hallway just as Rick swooped back in from attempting to grab something off the side table. The boots are gone and Rick places the water bottle in front of him, his hands shaking. We eye each other with worry as the boots return and enter the bedroom we lie in. The man searches the room, opening the closet door and moving around. Rick holds his ticking watch close to him and the man soon plops down onto the bed. We lower our heads closer to the floor, staring at each other as he begins to fall asleep.