Ivy's POV
I looked at my uncle like he had lost his god given mind. "Have you lost your fuckin' mind, Uncle Hershel? Those things aren't ill. They are-"
He cut me off. "You are in my homes, Ivy. You know the rules. I do not allow rude and disrespectful language in my house. Now, we don't have time to talk. There is a kid bleedin' to death and I need your expertise."
Shaking my head at his ignorance, I let it slide so that I could help save Carl's life. I looked at Glenn, who was holding Lilah. "You can take her inside. I don't really want her outside right now. Beth will be excited to meet her."
Glenn nodded, holding her closer to his chest. I couldn't help the smile from forming on my face, as I walked away from my uncle. I had to help Carl.
I walked into the room right off the entryway. Carl was laying on the bed, looking pale and lifeless. Patricia was standing next to the bed, wiping away the sweat from his forehead.
"How is he doing?" I ask, reaching down to check his pulse. It was irregular and slow. That is concerning.
She looked up, surprised to see me. "We just got some of the bleed under control. The father, Rick, has been giving him blood but we've already taken as much as we can. Otis and that Shane fellow went to the outreach medical center at the high school to get supplies. They should be back soon."
I nodded, grabbing the stethoscope from the night stand. I listen to his lungs and heart, noticing some irregularities that had me concerned. I looked at him then at Patricia. "How long have they been gone?"
She glanced at the wall clock. "A few hours, I figure. They should be back soon."
I shook my head. "We don't have much time. We need to operate soon, or else we will lose him." I looked at his wound. "I will wait another hour, unless his condition to change, for them to return, before operating on him."
She nodded and went to tell Hershel, or that is what I assumed. I stood there, watching his little chest raise and fall.
I stood there for a few minutes before Lori and Rick stepped into the room.
"Is everything alright, Ivy?" Rick asked, voice hoarse from crying.
I looked up at them. "Right now, he is stable. But he is not out of the woods. If Shane and Otis don't return soon, I will have to operate without that equipment."
They nodded, glancing at their unconscious boy.