I sat on the bed with Carl, he was out. I laid my hand on top of his heart, it was beating.

"You're heart is beating and it damn well better stay that way." I said.

Rick came in. I jumped up and hugged him.

"How are you?" He asked.

"I'm fine." I said.

"And Carl?"

"His heart is beating and he's breathing." I smiled.

"Good. Would you go help Denise patch up the others?" Rick asked.

I nodded and walked out into the main room. Michonne was holding Judith. I kissed Judith on the nose.

"No offense, but you look like shit." Daryl said.

"Good to see you too." I smiled.

"You should clean yourself up." Denise said.

I walked over to the sink. I turned on the water and splash my face. The sink started to fill with blood. I screamed and jumped backwards.

"What's wrong?" Daryl asked.

"The sink." I said.

He looked in the sink. "Yeah you left the water running." He said.

I got up and looked in the sink. It was perfectly normal.

"You're eyes are playing tricks on ya, you should clean yourself up then get some sleep." Daryl said.

I nodded. I picked up a rag and washed my face. I washed my hands. I picked up a package of gauze, some bandages, a rag, and some rubbing alcohol. I walked into the room Carl was in. Carl was awake.

"Hey babe." Carl said.

Rick got up and gave us the room. I closed the door.

"I believe we are now even in the "getting shot" department. So let's not get shot again. Either one of us. Ok?" Carl said.

"Agreed." I sat down next to him.

He sat up. I unwrapped the bandages and took the gauze off where his eye used to be.

"How bad is it?" He asked.

"Well I'd be lying if I said it's barely a scratch." I poured some rubbing alcohol on the rag and started to clean his wound.

He winced.

"I'm sorry. I'm almost done." I finished cleaning it.

I turned and sat the rag down. I turned back. Carl put his hand on my cheek.

"I love you." He lead forward and kissed me.

I pulled away. "I have to put the bandages back on or it will get infected."

I turned and grabbed the bandages. I placed the gauze over the wound and wrapped the bandages around his head, under his hair.

"My own little nurse." Carl smiled.

I smiled and laid down. Carl laid his head on my chest. I glared at him.

"Those aren't pillows." I said.

He smiled and laid his head on my stomach.

"Better." I closed my eyes and dosed off.