Rori Rhee has survived this long, been through so many death. Yet she still had Carl, her parents, and the rest of the group. Except, she's slowly losing her family and herself. After Beth's death, it felt like she would never be happy again. Her Au...
When I woke up again, I felt awful. There was a thin layer of sweat on my skin yet I was cold. My hip throbbed angrily. It felt like I had just got shot all over again. I could hear Rick and Carl talking.
"I'll stay safe, Dad. And I'll make sure Rori doesn't die," I heard Carl say.
"I'm not going to die," I groaned from both discomfort and pain. The men's attention turned to me.
"Hey, how do you feel?" Rick asked. He walked towards me and Carl followed.
"I'm freezing," I shivered.
"Here," Rick stood up and walked over to where his thick jacket laid. He came back over to me and gently laid it on me. "How about now?"
"Better," I nodded, closing my eyes.
"How does your hip feel?" Carl chimed in.
"Don't get me started," I said, pulling the jacket closer to the curled-up body. I couldn't tell if being curled up made my hip hurt worse or left.
"Get some more sleep, Rori," Rick gently patted my head.
"Okay," I whispered and let myself fall back into a dream-filled sleep.
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I didn't realize it was possible to feel any worse than I already did. I opened my eyes and looked around the church. Carl was sitting on one of the church benches holding a sleeping Judith.
"She's adorable," I whispered horsly.
"Yeah, she is. Does your hip still hurt?" Carl asked. He carefully stood up, making sure to support Judith's small body.
"Yeah," I nodded.
"Are you still cold?" Carl asked.
"Mhm," I mumbled.
"Sorry, I don't have any blankets," Carl gave me a grin.
"No, you don't but I do," I heard Tyreese's voice. I looked up at him. "It's thin but it's something." Tyreese gently laid the blanket over me and I pilled both the blanket and Rick's coat closer to my body.
"Thank you. Where are my parents?" I asked.
"They went to go looked for some pain killers or really any medicine," Tyreese said.
"When will they be back?" I asked but it came out more like a whimper.
"Soon," Tyreese nodded. "I'll take Judith and put her down for a nap." Carl nodded and let Tyreese take a sleeping Judith to her make-shift crib. it was just a cardboard box we have found in the church.
"Carl?"
"Yeah," Carl asked, looking at me with curious eyes.
