Hello! Sorry, I know this chapter is slightly shorter than usual! Sorry I haven't updated! I've been slightly under the weather! Plus, I'm starting to get my winter attitude on. My winter attitude is when it starts to get colder and my days basically goes like this.

.go to school
.Get home.
.eat something
.Wrap up in a blanket.
.Sleep.

I basically go into hibernation. Anyway REVEIW TIME!

Rebloxic: They did go willingly. Around the time Carry died, Rebecca slept with Carver and wound up getting knocked up. And yes,canonically the baby is Carvers. ( believe it was confirmed by TTG that it was his as well)

Creator-Of-Nightmare: Well thank you! I appreciate the compliment! Thanks for clicking it!

Kristal-Dynamite: Ommigosh! Stop being so nice! You're gonna blow my brains out! I really appreciate having your support and Im always so happy to read your reviews! And thanks again, for the image.

ONTO THE STURY!

"CLEMENITNE!" I heard Troy yell my name. I knew it was Troy, he tends to speak... really loudly. I couldn't help it when I sighed and turned to look at him. I folded my arms and gave him an annoyed look.

"What do you want?" I questioned and raised an eyebrow. He gave me that look he gives just about everyone else.

"Since George is missing, you'll be taking the back patrol on Tuesday," He ordered, "Ya hear me?!"

"Tuesday?" I asked, somewhat amazed, "You kept track of the days? What day is it today?!"

He just stared at me, blankly, before he rolled his eyes and said, "Just remember you have night patrol in three days!" With that he stomped off. I counted in my head. Today's Saturday? What month is it? Doesn't really matter, does it? I haven't been able to keep track of the days, I mean, why would I? The last date I remember is my birthday, six days before Lee's death.

The thought of Lee made me feel bad. Nicks been helping me, Nicks been helping me a lot, but I will never be able to etch the image of Lee's dying body from my memory. Not that I ever expected too. It's not something you can easily forget. I've tried, but I always just end up feeling guilty for trying to throw him away so easily. With the picture gone, some of his features have worn from my memory. I do remember him better than my parents though. Is that bad?

I slowly opened the door to the clinic. Carver wanted me to help out Carlos, for some reason. Carver knows perfectly well that I'm stepping on thin ice with the doctor, this is probably his way of tormenting either me or Carlos. Carlos and Carver seem to dislike each other. It's not as bad as Luke though. I'm sure that Carver somewhat blames Carlos for not being able to stop the infection after Carry had been bit. The two men argue sometimes and Carlos has talked negatively towards Carver. Then again, just about everyone else has.

Clearing my thoughts, I walked inside and saw the Hispanic man working on Becca. Becca ended up getting a bad cut on her arm after she got caught on some barb wire. That's what she gets for fooling around sharp items as if they were tinker toys. I looked around and saw Vince, along with a couple of people I didn't recognize. I walked up to the doctor and patted him. he turned and looked at me oddly.

"I'm in here with you today," I reminded him and nervously played with my hands.

"I know," He muttered. He looked at Becca, annoyed. I see where this is going, "All Becca needs in her wound cleaned and re-bandaged. You can do that cant you?"

"Yep," I nodded and took his place. The older girls eyes widened, and I'm sure she was about to protest, but Carlos left before she could. I slightly smirked at her bewildered expression. Honestly, I don't like her. The way she treats Sarah bothers me and I dislike her attitude.

"Don't worry," I said in a bit of a mocking tone, "None of the bad barb wire will get to you while I'm here."

"Fuck you," She rolled her eyes, but I saw a small smile tug her lips. Is this how she jokes around? I decided not to question it. Without saying a word I picked up the bottle of peroxide and a cotton ball. I wetted the small, fluffy ball and made her stick her arm out. I looked up at her with worried eyes.

"This'll sting," I warned. She nodded an understanding. I dabbed it on the long cut and she let out several whimpers, but tolerated the pain. I gave her a single nod, indicating that the hard part was over. She returned it and I wrapped some cloth around her arm. I pinned them together and looked at my handiwork. I smiled, a bit proud of myself. I think I did a good job considering that I've never had any training on such a thing. I looked back up at her, "I'm done."

"Thanks," She mumbled while looking down. A bit embarrassed maybe.

I shrugged, "No problem. You can go now, if you want."

And with that she left. I turned back to Carlos, waiting for my next assignment. It was fairly easy, considering that it was nothing. 'Just stay out of the way,' he said, 'organize my medicine' he said. I got bored really quickly, and decided to do just that. But I don't even know what half this shit is! Oxycodone? Lorazepam? What is all this stuff suppose to be used for? And why does he have it all just lying around?! Someone could easily steal it! Carlos really is a real idiot sometimes!

I looked at the pills in a bottle labeled, "Celexa". The pills were pink, and rounded. I looked around before opening the bottle and taking one out. To my surprise, the little thing had writing on it. I looked at the tiny writing carefully. 20 MG? I flipped it over. FP? Never had I seen one like this. I know what ibuprofen and Tamiflu is... But this is new.

"Clementine?" I quickly put the pill back in the container and sealed the lid. I placed it down and looked at the owner of the voic.

"Yes, Carlos?" I turned around and put on a sweet tone.

He raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing?"

No point in lying, is there, "Looking through the pills," I thought back to the one I was holding just a moment ago, "What's celexa?"

He picked up the bottle that he had seen me put down, "It's a pill." No, really?!

"What's it for?" I rolled my eyes at the simple answer he had given me.

He picked up on the attitude and returned it, "It's an antidepressant." Was that suppose to answer my question?

"Antidepressant?" I asked, rolling the word around in my mouth.

He sighed, "You know what depression is, right?"

"Isnt that, being sad?" I recognized the word.

"It's more complicated then that," Carlos sat down, was this going to take long? He popped his neck, "Being sad is the emotion we feel when something bad happens. Being depressed, is a lot more complicated. It's a constant feeling, something that," He wondered his head. looking for the right words. However, he sighed and said, "Actually, to be honest, I think you would have to ask someone who suffers from it. I wont be able to explain it."

That kind of confused me, "Why do they have medication for it?"

"The medicine is suppose to help," He explained.

"Help you... not be depressed?" I felt childish asking all these questions.

He sighed, probably sick of explaining things, "Is that all?"

I thought about it. Remembering what I saw on the little, pink pill I asked "What does MG stand for?"

"Milligram," Before I could further my interrogation, Carlos took a bottle of pills and dashed to his patient.