Here We Go Again
Chapter 36
A/N: Not many words to say. Enjoy.
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Carol walked into one of the hospital rooms. She was looking at the chart with information on the patient. She couldn't find a name anywhere on the sheet. The secratary must have forgotten to write it down. She looked up from the chart and saw Merle sitting there looking like hell. "Merle?"
"Well, hello to you too Carol." Merle laughed.
Carol couldn't believe she would have to be treating Merle. She studied him. He had several cuts on his face that would definately need stitching. "What happened to you?"
"Drug deal gone wrong. Bastard and his buddies ganged up on me. Cut me up real good." Despite the pain he must be in, he still remained his old self.
"Lesson learned I hope." Carol set the chart down. "I'm going to have to stich you up you know."
"Yeah yeah, can we just get it over with so I can get back to the house. Got some squirrel I wanna cook up." Merle smirked.
"Fine. I'll be back." Carol headed out of the room to get some supplies. She grabbed what she needed, and walked back down the hallway. She passed Milton and gave him a smile. He had been very kind to her the first day she started, and was very patient. She had gotten the hang of it in the two weeks she had been working at the hospital. It was a friday, and Merle was her last patient before she could leave. She walked back into the room and set down the supplies. "I'm going to have to clean your wounds. So don't complain when it stings like a bitch."
"Holy shit woman." Merle looked at her surprised.
"What?" Carol looked confused.
"Never thought I'd here such language comin' out of someone like you! Good ol' Daryl must be rubbin' off on ya huh?" Merle chuckled.
"Maybe he has." Carol grabbed a tissue and poured a small amount of Hydrogen Peroxide on it. "Now, hold still." She lightly dabbed the first cut on his cheek.
"Damn!" Merle shouted. "You were right when ya said it would sting like a bitch!"
"I told you. Now hush." She continued to clean his wounds. After about five minutes, she was finally finished. "Alright, after closely examining your wounds, it looks like only two will need stitches." She grabbed the needle from behind her. "Don't move." She started to sew his first cut shut. After about six stitches, it was finished. "Good, now onto the second one."
"Would ya hurry it up?" Merle complained.
"I have to take my time Merle. Now shut up." She started on the second one. When she was finished, examined her work. "Perfect. Now, try not to get into anymore trouble. Those stitched should stay in for atleast a week, then you have to come back and get them taken out. If they start giving you problems, you better call." She stood up and stepped away from him. "You're free to go."
"Finally!" Merle stood up. "We'll see ya later Carol. Don't do nothin' stupid like drinkin'. Don't want to fuck up your baby." Merle smirked at her.
"Go to hell Merle." Carol rolled her eyes and started to clean up the room.
Carol walked in the door to smell stew being cooked. She kicked off her shoes and walked into the kitchen. Daryl was standing over the stove, stirring the big pot of stew. "Aw, you're making me dinner after a hard day at work?" Carol smiled.
"Yeah." Daryl gave her a shy smile. "Why was it a hard day? What happened?"
"First I had to take care of a little boy who fell off his bike. He needed some stitches, and he would not stay still! He was screaming so loud, my ears are still ringing!" Carol groaned and sat on one of the chairs. "Then I had to deal with Merle."
"Merle? The fuck was he doin' there?" Daryl turned all of his attention to her.
"Drug deal gone wrong is what he told me. Couple of guys jumped him I guess. He needed stitches too." Carol sighed. If only she could have a glass of wine.
"Dumbass. His own fault." Daryl growled and went back to the stew. "If he'd stop fuckin' dealin' that shit and get clean he wouldn't be in the shit he is now. Hell, he'd probably have a good job and a fuckin' life."
"He prbably would." Carol examined Daryl. He suddenly got very angry. She decided to change the subject. "Can you believe it's been ten weeks?"
"Really?" Daryl glanced at her. "Well damn. Pretty soon you're gonna be poppin' that baby out and then we'll be fucked. I still don't know what the fuck to do with babies." Daryl turned off the stove and scooped some of the stew into two bowls. He walked over to Carol and handed one to her.
"Well, I believe when the time comes, we'll know what to do." Carol smiled. "I'm just scared because I'm going to be fat."
"Ya ain't gonna be fat." Daryl rolled his eyes.
"Have you seen pregnant girls before? Their bellies get huge and stick out so far! It'll be terrible!" Carol pouted.
"Ya still gonna be beautiful." Daryl murmered, causing Carol to lighten up a bit. "Now stop talkin' and eat ya stew woman."
"Okay Andrea, we are going to have to start planning Carol's baby shower." Lori took a sip from her coffee.
"Lori, Carol is only like ten weeks. She doesn't even know the sex of the baby, how are we going to start planning?" Andrea questioned.
"Well, we can make an invite list. Book a place in advance. Think about ideas for the food. Stuff like that." Lori smiled. "It will be perfect. Now, I was thinking we could have it at the hotel in the party room. I think it should be in November. She'll be seven months by then, and she'll have figured out what the baby will be."
"Well, if you say so." Andrea shrugged, and went along with what Lori was saying.
Carol shot out of bed, her eyes wide and tears streaming down her face. She looked around the room, and then down at her stomach. She was out of breath as she tried to come back to reality.
"Carol, what's wrong?" Daryl looked up at her. "Ya have a bad dream or somethin'?"
She turned to look at him, and laid back down beside him. She hugged him tightly. "I lost the baby." She whispered. It was the scariest dream she ever had. "I... I had a dream where... He came back."
"Who?" Daryl asked, stroking her hair. He tried his best to calm her down. "Who came back?"
"Ed..." She whispered. "He got out of prison... Was so pissed off at you for beating him. He came to my house, thinking you were here. When I told him you weren't there, he took his anger out on me. He punched me so hard in the stomach multiple times. He also punched me in the face a lot too. I went to the hospital, and I couldn't handle it anymore. When I woke up, I looked up at the chart, and it said miscarriage." Carol wiped away the hot tears.
Daryl didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say after all that. So instead, he just held her closer. He would make damn sure that if Ed ever got out of prison, he would send the fucker right back. That or kill him if he ever came near Carol again. He hated that man with a passion. But he knew he'd never get out of prison. Rick wouldn't let that happen. Rick and Shane, they were the only good cops in the city. Every other cop was a dumbass. He turned his thoughts back to Carol, and he couldn't hear her sniffles anymore. He glanced down at her, and saw she had falled asleep. He was glad, and hoped she wouldn't have anymore nightmares. He loosened his hold around her a bit, and then closed his eyes. He too, fell asleep within a few minutes.
A/N: They are getting shorter and shorter! I really hope to soon be able to write longer chapters! It's just I'm not entirely sure what to do anymore to move the story along you know? So I have to write all these filler chapters to get to my big idea that y'all will either love or hate. So anyway, forgive me for the short chapters. R&R lovelies.
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