It wasn't long before Ron's mom freaked out and brought him to medical as well.
When Carl saw him being pulled in by Jessie, his mother, he couldn't help but let out a loud sigh. And when the two boys locked eyes, they knew exactly how the other felt in this moment.
"My son, he's been bitten, I think he's been bitten!" Jessie sounded out of breath, holding her son tightly by the shoulders and constantly touching his neck. "Please, help him!"
Denise seemed a little skeptical that all this was happening at once, with both of the boys- but she put that thought to the side. What if they were actually bitten? She couldn't rule that fact out just because she thought of something a little embarrassing.
It went the same way with Ron as it did with Carl. Denise looked him over, reassured his mom that everything would be taken care of, and put him in a bed- right next to Carl. In the same room. With the door closed.
Now that both of them were side by side, alone in a room together, they didn't know who should speak first.
"So." Ron coughed.
"I can't believe this is happening."
"Me too." Ron sighed. "I mean, we could just tell them-"
"But what would my dad say?" Carl cut him off. "What if he doesn't approve?" Carl suddenly got a spike of anxiety.
"But they think we're bitten, Carl."
"And?"
"Well… I mean, that's not a good thing, either."
A silence fell over the room, both of the boys staring up at the ceiling.
"Wanna make out?" Ron suddenly asked.
Carl's answer was him crawling out of his own bed to jump on Ron's in his.
Later that day, Denise came back to check on both of the boys. Both of them were in the same position as they were when she last checked on them, laying on their backs and looking up at the ceiling.
"Carl? Ron?" She got their attention, both boys looking over at her; glancing at each other then over at the woman, back and forth. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm feeling fine. Just sleepy, is all." Carl answered honestly, not wanting to make anything worse. Ron nodded, feeling the same way.
"I'm just going to check your bites, okay? Is that okay?"
Either way, she went up to Carl first, making him turn so she could look at his neck easier. She gasped.
"It got worse! Oh, no. Oh, no." She felt an impending anxiety attack, but she did her best to stuff it down. Carl shot Ron a look, a blush traveling up his neck. Denise ran over to Ron to check on his bites, which had also gotten worse thanks to Carl's attention. "Oh, no, not you too!"
She ran out of the room only to come back with bandages and swabs with healing sprays and gels.
As she bandaged each of them, their wincing when she sprayed their necks wasn't an act. It actually hurt when the healing spray hit their skin, since they were both so rough with each other that their teeth probably did break the skin to a certain extent.
"There. Do you feel any better?" She asked them after she finished patching them up, in which they nodded in return.
She knew that something was fishy, but if they were actually bit, they couldn't be saved and the end was inevitable. But she liked to think that she could save both of them. But they would be fine, they weren't actually bit after all. It was surprising to both of the boys that it actually went this far and not even Denise realized that they were just two horny teenage boys that liked giving each other hickeys.
"Okay, good." She sighed. "I'll be working on other patients, so yell if you need anything."
Again, they were left alone.
"This is getting out of hand." Carol shook her head. "They can't really believe that these two boys are bitten, right?"
"I mean, I can see why they would be nervous, but… really?" Daryl laughed. "They're both teenage boys. No one understands that?"
"Just give it time, they'll understand soon."