Emmy hated hospitals.
For her the nurses bustling by, the buzzing beeping sounds of machines, and the smell of disinfectant all brought back that horrible day in January eight years ago.
She had been sitting here, same hospital; maybe even the same chair praying her mom was ok.
Car had only been two and she had only been seven.
She remembered sitting here looking at the floor, tears streaming down her face as she had reassured herself her mom would be ok.
She had to be ok.
Besides it had just been a car crash-car crashes happened all the time right?
She hadn't been ok, and that's why at this moment Emmy didn't cry.
She didn't try to reassure herself.
Instead she prepared herself for the worst.
A doctor in a pristine White coat comes out.
Shane and Emmy immediately jumped to their feet.
"You family?" He asks.
She nods "I'm his daughter"
The doctor leads them through the winding hallways until the finally reach a door with Grimes scrawled in messy letters on the whiteboard.
Emmy pauses at the door.
'You can't cry,' she silently tells herself.
"C'mon!" Carl says shoving past her into the room.
Emmy sighs, Carl reminds her of herself eight years ago.
Through the cracked door she catches a glimpse of her dad.
He's hooked up to dozens of machines, whirring and beeping and pumping.
"I…I…" She stammers turning back towards the hallway.
"its ok." The doctor says. "Take as long as you need."
Emmy lay on the rough lumpy brown couch in Shane's living room.
A figure appeared in the doorway beside her.
"Go to bed Carl." She said.
She was in no mood to deal with her brother, especially after letting him sleep in the guest room.
"I can't sleep." Carl said "I'm scared.
"I am too." Emmy said. "But you just gotta deal with it."
Carl stood in the doorway.
Emmy sighed "alright"
She got up and followed her brother into is room and curled up into bed beside him.
"It's going to be ok" she said.
She wasn't sure if she was telling herself or Carl.
Emmy's eyes fluttered open
She immediately felt her brothers body next to her and remembered the horrible events of yesterday.
It seemed more like a distant nightmare now.
She pulled on clothes for school and grabbed some cereal from Shane's cupboard. 'Geez his house was a mess' was all she could think as she settled down on the couch and switched on the news.
A reporter was in the middle of an intense speech about some guy who had seemingly come back to life and attacked a bunch of workers at a hospital in Atlanta.
Emmy snorted, sounded more like the effects of mixing drugs and alcohol to her.
She flicked the tv off. She had had just about enough of hospitals.
Sorry for a sort of slow chapter. I'm just trying to fill in some of the gaps between the apocalypse and rick being in the coma. Hope you're enjoying and please please please review. Positive or negative-I don't care-I just want to hear what you think J