Denise was struggling to get out of the back of the ute. She was holding onto both my hands so tight that my hands were starting to loose circulation. Daryl, Rosita and Abraham had carried Eugene into the infirmary just seconds ago. I was keeping my eyes on her footing make sure Denise wouldn't fall. With every move Denise whines in pain and when her feet hit the ground tears begin to fall from her eyes.

"Denise, are you-"

My words are cut off. "Carl!"

Looking over my shoulder I see Daryl and a terrified looking Mikey. Daryl takes my place to now be with Denise who had completely let go of my hands. I don't take my eyes off of Mikey. It was clear by the look on his face that something had happened. I don't question him instead I just rush passed him. Making my way into the infirmary the door slams I into the wall behind it. I head straight for the beds to see Ron.

When my sight sets on him my heart speeds up and my breathing stops. Ron had been moved to sit up with his back up against the wall. His skin was still pale that even his lips looked as if they had lost their colour. Ron looked like he could barely keep his eyes open while he looked over where everyone else was fusing over Eugene. I notice Enid was standing next to Ron bed as well. Without a word or even really I thought to the action, I move from where I was standing to now be heading for Ron.

His eyes land on me just as I get besides them. I don't bother with thinking. However instead of greeting him I climb into the bed. Sitting on top of him with my legs on either side of his. I wrap my arms around his torso to link my hands behind his back. I rest my forehead onto his shoulder while a feeling of relief rushed through me. The feeling was so overwhelming I couldn't help but hold onto Ron tighter in hopes I didn't completely loose it.

It takes a moment until Ron lifts a single hand up to place it gently onto the base of my back. He gently rubs the his hand in a circle almost as if he was trying to comfort me. What the hell was he trying comfort me for? I should be taking care of him. I choke when a lump forms in my throat while I hold in tears. Ron and I stay how we are for God only knows how long. It doesn't take long for me to feel drowsy. I guess not sleeping last night was finally getting to me.

"Thank you for not leaving." I say while yawning.

My eyes start to get droopy and I unintentionally leaning closer into Ron. I could hear people around us still panicking over what had happened to Denise and Eugene. Yet I couldn't bring myself to move. Yes, I was unbelievably worried about Eugene and the fact that Denise had a bolt through face... But now with Ron finally waking up it felt like a giant weight had been lifted off my chest. My thoughts weren't filled to the brim of 'what ifs'. Ron was awake and breathing. Ron was here with me. He didn't leave.

I knew at any second I was about to loose conscious. The last thing I remember before it is feeling a blanket being pulled up my back and Ron chin resting on top of my head. The last thing I feel is Ron adjust so both his hands were now place onto my back hold me against him tighter. The last thing I hear is word coming out of Ron. I can't understand by the way he mumbles mixed with how loud everyone is. I try to question him but my drowsiness takes over first.

Waking up in need to take a moment to realise where I am. At first all I register is the feeling of the warmth of Ron's body underneath me. I shift against him with a groan making myself more comfortable. It isn't until I begin to hear people talking around is that I remember all of the events from earlier. Lifting myself my upper body up, I open my eyes reluctantly to see Daryl standing across the room next to a resting Denise. The bolt was now gone and her face was covered in a bandage across the lower half.

"She okay?" I ask, rubbing sleep from my eyes. "Eugene?"

"He'll live." Daryl answers. "Denise too. Some scaring but other than that..." He shrugs.

"What happened?" I question with a tired voice. "Who? With the..." My voice cuts off with a yawn.

"Daryl did." Ron answers faintly. "I was as surprised as you."

Moving my gaze from Daryl I was now watching Ron. You could easily see a change in his appearance. His skin had gotten some colour to it and his lips were longer pale thin lines. A tiny smile of relief spreads onto my lips whilst I take in his features. He reaches up to push some of my hair back away from my face. Ron smiles in response to me watching him. The bubbly feeling starts in the pit of my stomach again.

"Have any of you eaten yet?" I ask.

Ron shakes his head.

"I'll get something." Daryl answers.

I nod in response. Daryl pushes himself off the bench he was leaning on. Does Daryl even cook? Before I can even question Daryl is already going through the door. Daryl seems uncertain of leaving for a second. I try not to stare as he leaves the room but when I go to look away he is holding something in his hand. Daryl leaves in a rush when he sees me looking at the thing in his hand. Confused I watch the door he left out for a few moments before glancing at Denise.

I hope he wasn't about to do anything stupid. I shift in the bed to realise I was sitting in between Ron's legs now, unlike before. Ron was still using one hand to play with my hair. The other was placed gently over my leg. Looking down at it all I notice is the tiny droplets of blood that had come through the bandage. Carefully I move my hand so my fingertips could run over the white fabric. Ron's hand stops moving in my hair and the smile that once was on his lips was now gone.

"I'm guessing you don't wanna talk about it?" I mutter.

"Want to tell me why you left?" Ron remarks.

I pause, unsure what to say. "Denise said I was scared... And I think she was right."

Ron drops his hand from longer by my hair to now grab onto one of my hands. Lacing our fingers together he begins to rub small circles with his thumb.

After a spilt second smile I continue. "I've lost a lot of people, a lot of friends..."

Letting out a shaky breath I drop my gaze so it was on Ron's bandaged arm. Not trusting my future reactions, I lean back down so I curled up against Ron's chest again with my legs bent to sit slightly over his.

"Beth, Hershel, Sophia, Dale, my Mum, Shane- well I mean Shane turned out to be an asshole but-"

"Carl, what are you trying to say?" Ron cuts me off.

Flustered by my rambling I answer. "I've lost a lot of people, a lot of friends. I don't... I can't loose anymore."

"And what if I can't handle being here anymore?"

"Then we'll figure something out, leave if we have to." I answer without hesitation. "If it means you not leaving m-"

Before I can finish my words Ron grabs onto my chin forcing me to look up at him. Confusion sets in but doesn't last long. Ron smashes his lips against mine making me fall back onto the mattress at the sudden movement. Ron disconnects his lips from mine for just a second. It give me time to see the smile that was now spread out on his lips. His smile was so big that it made his face crinkle. I pause to take in the look on his face.

I don't ever remember seeing him smile like this. I reach up to gently place my hand on his cheek. I lean up using my elbow to help keep myself stable against the mattress. I lightly press my lips against Ron's. A lot gentler than he just had. I can feel Ron smile drop while he begins to kiss back. I start to lean back against the mattress with Ron following me down. Not once even moving away to break the kiss. The familiar feeling off fireworks in my stomach comes back.

Ron moves his legs so he was now straddling my waist while I felt his hands move to my waist. I take in the sight of Ron while he leans down ready to press his lips to mine once again however both of us come to holt when a groan of pain surrounds the room. Less than an inch from each others faces Ron and I both turn to see Denise beginning to sit up. Her eyes were still closed and she was holding the side of her head as if it was in pain.

Ron falls back to lean against the wall again while I struggling to get out from underneath him. In our tangled mess I manage to get free only to going flying off the side of the bed and end up on the face. I land face first while the blanket somehow managed to get tangled around my legs. I'm guessing I looked hilarious because Ron laugh now fills the room. With a whine of pain Denise opens her eyes o look in our direction. You can see the shift of annoyance to confused and amusement on her face as she looks us over.

I'm guessing she was unable to talk because all she does it point between Ron and I and then makes an invisible question mark in the air. I begin to untangle the sheets and hold onto the side of the bed while getting up.

"It's nothing Doc." Ron answers. "The idiot just fell out of bed."

"'Idiot'?" I question. "It was your fault I fell."

Ron now turns to me with an amused expression. "Hows that?"

"If you hadn't-" My voices cuts off. I spare a glance to Denise who watches us silently. "I mean- if you hadn't- with the... You're an asshole."

My words earn another laugh from Ron. Denise looks between us obviously not following along. I pick the blanket up from the floor and toss it over to Ron. IT lands on his head making his laugh disappear while I move over to the medicine cabinet. I grab a bottle of pain killers and a bottle of water off the bench before making my way to stand by Denise bed. I gave her both the bottle while she just tried to smile in response. Which only end up in her flinch at the pain of her stitches.

"Could've been worse." I comment. "The arrow could have gone through your head instead."

Denise glances up at me through her eyelashes with a very unimpressed look. Slightly terrified, I hold up both hands in surrender and move back to sit by Ron. I sit at the end of the bed while Ron move to sit behind me. His legs go on either side of my waist whilst his head rest on my shoulder. With his hand wrapped around to lay on my stomach I place mine over his. Ron moves his finger so he can lace his finger with mine.

"Aren't you two disgustingly cute?"

I turn to the new voice while Ron just holds onto me tighter. In the doorway I see Mikey and Enid entering the infirmary. Mikey was smiling while holding food in his hands while Enid had a bag in her hands. When Enid looked at me she gave a quick smile before dropping her head. Did I miss something? Wasn't she still mad?

"Daryl said he was going to bring food." I comment.

Mikey shrugs. "Daryl was the one who told us to bring it just before he left. And don't worry Denise Maggie said she would bring soup, easier for you to eat."

I begin to worry as I ask, "Left? What do you mean 'left'?"

"On his bike a few minute ago." Enid answers. "Looked pissed."

"Don't worry." Ron says while giving my hand a quick squeeze. "What's the worst that could happen?"

BTW I was half asleep writing this FOR THE THIRD TIME! Okay so I am busy for the next to days so that most I'll do is go back and edit things. But what do you guys want me to do with writing the finale? Personally I want to avoid the whole situation. I plan on only writing up to the part where they are about to leave but yeah, what do you think?