Would it be wrong to save Denise? I want to save her. Should I?

And sorry in advance I didn't mean for it to go this way. Love you xxo

Ron and I had started to walk back to the house with his hand in mine. The walk back wasn't as bad as it was getting there. Ron had calmed down enough to walk with his gaze on the ground. We talked enough to keep him distracted. On the way back though we had seen Enid and Mickey. Enid still looked angry. The moment her eyes landed on us her gaze move straight to our hands. Mickey was mid-sentence when Enid got up to walk away form him out of sight.

Mickey turned to look at what had made her so annoyed only to have his eyes land on us. A beaming smile goes on his face at the sight of Ron. Mickey gets up from the porch and begins to make his way over. Ron hand tightens at the gesture and I just look to him unsure.

"Do you want to talk to him?" I whisper.

Ron moves so the front of his shoulder was press against the back of mine. "I'm not sure."

"Wanna go home?"

"Not it's fine."

I glance over my shoulder to look at Ron's face. He was so close I could count his eyelashes if I had the time but right now I was more concerned with the look of slight terror on his face. Ron eyes are glue on Mikey who calls out a greeting to us with a giant wave of his hand making Ron flinch slight. Ron's free hand moves up to he was clenching my arm just below my elbow. Looking away from Ron I turn to Mikey with a greeting smile while holding onto Ron's hand tighter in attempt to reassure him.

"I haven't seen you two in a while." Mikey says when he stops in front of us. "Starting to think you'd disappeared over the fence." He jokes.

"We couldn't do that, you'd miss us too much." I mock.

"Ha, ha." Mikey responses.

I see Mikey turn his stare from me to Ron. Ron grip goes so tight I would be surprise if I had any circulation in it. Mikey looks like he's going to take a step forward but thinks better of the idea. I nudge Ron slightly to get him to look up at me. When his eyes land on me I give a smile before gesture for him to say something.

"Yeah..." Ron mutters. "Been a while."

"There he is." Mikey offers with his voice much quieter. "How have you been?"

"Fine..." Ron shifts uncomfortably behind me.

I decide to jump in. "What about you? What have you been up to?"

Mikey stare goes from watching Ron carefully to looking at me slightly confused. "Uh, been kind of lonely just been hanging with Enid mostly even though most days she leaves to hang with you speaking of which, what did you do two send her into a fury?"

"What do you mean?" Ron questions suddenly finding his voice.

Mikey seems caught off guard when he answers. "She went on to rant about how the two of you were 'assholes', 'dickhead' and if I remember right 'pair of satanic balls'... Whatever that is suppose to mean."

Ron chuckles behind me. "Well she hasn't changed."

"No she has not." Mikey laughs with him. "But seriously she is about ready to behead you guys what happened?"

"I give Carl a hickey- a few hickeys." Ron answer bluntly.

"Ron!"

"What?" He defends. "As if it wasn't half obvious."

My cheeks brighten at his bluntness. I turn around making his hand fall from my arm but I still had his hand laced with mine. Ron laughs as I lift our tangled hand to knock against his chest. Ron looked completely calm whilst he watched my flustered expression. I turn back around to face an amused looking Mikey who had a smug smile on his face.

Ron moves back to me now resting his chin on my shoulder, knocking my hat in the process. I resist the urge to glare at him while I adjust it back to how it was. Though I couldn't help the happy little smile made it way onto my face whilst Ron stood so close even despite the fact we were outside. I guess he didn't mind showing affection in front of people.

"He's right." Mikey voices. "Have you seen the size of the one by your ear?"

"That is not my fault! He is the one who left it." I argue.

Ron moves his arms around my waist to hold my tight to his chest. "I didn't hear you arguing."

I look to Ron to see the smug smirk on his lips while he looks at me. Watching him I can't help but drop my gaze down to his lips. I suddenly felt the urge to close the gap and press my lips against his again. Ron moves instead to bite into the side of my neck for a split second before pulling away making in gasp in surprise. Ron does nothing more but dig his face into the side of my neck while I drop my hands to rest over his across my stomach.

"Guys, guys! Please calm down," Mikey interrupts. "I- We don't need a show."

"We?" I question.

Looking up from Ron I see people walking by were suddenly paying a lot more attention to us. Many were whispering amongst themselves. Most did their gawking and turn away to go with their days but some had stayed to glare at the two of us. I feel Ron arms tense around my waist. With my hand that was on his I rub soothing circles with my thumb against the back of his hand.

"I think I want to go home now." Ron says into the side of my neck with his voice going quiet again.

"If that's what you want." I answer. "How about you come by tomorrow?"

Mikey just nods before walking away from us. I give a slight smile and nod as a goodbye. I twist around in Ron's arm so I wrap my arms up over his shoulders to pull him into a hug.

"We just got to get down the road and then we'll be home."

Ron holds me tighter. "They are all staring."

"Well, they are dumb asses." I reply.

I move one of my hands to sit on the side of Ron's head making him lift his head to look at me. I move that hand to grab my hat off my head and instead place it on Ron's. I adjust it so it sits too far forward and covers his eyes. I then grab both Ron's hands from behind my back and hold each of his in mine. Slowly walking backwards I keep my eyes on Ron.

I glance back a couple times to make sure I wouldn't accidental smack into someone. Ron stayed quiet while I pull him. People continue to stare even when we get to the house. I left the hat high enough on Ron's head so he can walk up the steps without falling over but Ron doesn't wait. However Ron sprints up the front steps into the house. Worried I race after him to see him with his back against the wall as he sat on the ground with his legs to his chest.

Knowing how worse this can get I quickly move to sit in front of him. I place a hand on his knee to try and grasp his attention while I take the hat off and place it on the ground by us. I say his name quietly while Ron continues to dig his head into his knees not saying a word. I move to sit in front of him cross-legged. I can't help but feel absolutely useless while I sit by Ron. I can here my Father talking to Michonne in another room but I don't greet them.

I just stay in front of Ron. I can hear his shaky breaths as well as what sounds like tiny cries. I hesitantly reach forward to grab onto one of his hands. Ron flinches at the contact. Questioning whether what I was doing was right or wrong I leave my hand against Ron just to show him in some way I was here. I go to move my hand away after a few seconds only to caught off guard when Ron completely unravels himself from his position to launch at me.

Ron's arms go around over my shoulders and over my neck. Pressing his head into the side of my neck I can feel the tears that were going down his cheek. Without any thought I wrap my arms around Ron's waist to pull him close. I rub circles on his back whilst I whisper in his ear over and over, trying to assure him he was okay.

"Carl?"

Looking down the hall I see Michonne and my Dad looking at me with obviously confused expressions. I give a tight smile while Ron just continues to hold me close.

"Outside was a bit much." I answer the unasked question.

They nod in understanding before Dad talks. "Well, Judith is asleep which is a first for this time."

"We are gonna go to the meeting." Michonne adds. "We'll be back for dinner."

"Sure thing."

They both give one last look before leaving out the front door, closing it behind them. I feel Ron body relax slightly against mine. He let out a shaky breath before slowly draw his head back to stare down between us. Ron looks completely broken. His eyes look empty whilst we sit in silence. I raise one hand to move stray hairs from Ron's face while he just closes his eyes.

"How about a shower?" I offer.

"...I'd rather just sleep." Ron answers sounding reluctant. "But a shower might help."

Ron gets up only to hold onto my hand dragging me up with him. Ron voice makes him sound as if his thought are a thousand miles away and at this point I would believe it.

"You gonna be okay?"

"It just a shower, Carl."

I nod. I lean forward to lightly press my lips against Ron's but he doesn't kiss me back. Instead he just stands still until I pull back and then walks off towards the bathroom, dropping my hand in the process. I stare after him for a moment having a sick, twisted feeling in my stomach. Hearing the bathroom door close I decide to go into the kitchen to make something for lunch.

I was about halfway through making a sandwich when I realise I don't hear the sound of any water running yet. Feeling sick to my stomach I walk out to the hallway to the bathroom door. I pause for a moment before knocking on the door and calling out to Ron. I don't get a response. Worried I try to open the door only to have the handle be locked. I bang hard on the door practically shouting Ron's name.

Scared out of my mind I step back from the door to lift my foot and kick it in. IT takes a few tries but I manage to crack the wood around the handle. I move to barge my whole body into the door. When my body hits the door it flies open making me fall forward onto the tile ground. I groan in pain when I turn to get up. Though all my complaints of pain stop when I see Ron sitting on the counter with blood on his hand.

I struggle to get up while practically crawling to Ron. I steady myself on the counter while standing in front of him. Frantic I reach for his bloody hand seeing a straight cut from his wrist and up his arm. Ina panicked rush I grab towels to hold against his wrist while using my free hand to grasp the side of face, shaking him trying to get him to respond.

"Ron. Ron you stupid idiot, Ron answer me!" I was practically yelling at him now. "Ron! Ron you asshole! Don't you dare!"

Tears streamed down my face while Ron blood was beginning to cover my finger tips through the towel. What the hell was I suppose to do. Grinding my teeth I bring Ron's head forward to rest his head on my shoulder while I laid a kiss onto the top of his head. Before completely cracking and loosing control of myself.

"Help!" I shriek. "Somebody please! Help! I ne-need hel-lp!"

My screams break out into sobs as I hold onto Ron. I keep screaming for help while I chock on my tears. Ron still hadn't moved and the towel around his arm was beginning to soak in his blood. Tears poured down my face to the point where I could no longer see anything without it being in a blur. I could feel the throw up in my stomach and stabbing pain in my chest.

"Carl!" I hear Denise's voice call.

"D-Denise! We're here." I call out.

I hear her running down the hallway to the bathroom door. "Carl what-"

Her question is cut off when she look at the scene before her. I move my head from being pressed against Ron and now look to her feeling my heart breaking. Denise doesn't bother asking questions instead she rushes to my side before removing my hand from Ron's wrist and instead puts more towels over his wrist before putting pressure.

"Carl, I don't-" Denise begins.

"Please." I whimper. "Please don't let him die, not him."

Denise stays silent for a moment. "Alright move him to the ground, it'll be easier to slow the blood flow."

I do as she says and lift Ron off of the counter to lay his limp body on the floor. We are both kneeled either side of Ron. Denise hold Ron arm up in the air while I lean down to press my forehead against his. My whole body shook while I squeezed my eyes tightly shut. Part of me hoped when I opened my eyes I wake up for this stupid dream. But who is ever that lucky?

"Ron?" I practically beg. "Ron, please you have to open your eyes."

I feel Denise hand on my shoulder, "Carl, he might not-"

"You are not allowed to die." I whisper with my tear falling onto his cheeks cutting off Denise words. "You're not leaving me... Please, don't."