*Carl's point of view*
I want to scream, but no sound comes out of my mouth. She saved me. I have liked her since I first laid eyes on her. Her eyes were so insistent. She wasn't afraid to die, but she wasn't afraid to live. She could be dead right now. I know this, but my mind wont process this. It wont except that possibility. That's probably a good thing though because I would probably go crazy thinking about it. Hershel would be the one to look at her, but he didn't make it out of the prison. Now its Beth who has to determine if she will live or not. I hug my knees closer to my chest and bury my face in my legs. I let out a quiet sob and allow a few tears to roll down my cheeks. Why couldn't she just run the way she was supposed to? Why couldn't she just let me distract him so she could help? I should have known she wouldn't have let me do that. Of course she wouldn't. She loves me. I wouldn't let her sacrifice herself for me so why would she let me do that for her.
I lift my head at the sound of someone approaching me. Its Beth! My eyes lighten up as she walks toward me. She doesn't look terribly sad so that's a good sign. "Whats going on? Is she okay?"
"Do you want the good news or the bad news?" she asks quietly.
I think about this for a moment. "The bad news."
"Somehow she went into a coma. I don't know what caused it. Maybe shock," she shakes her head. "If she doesn't wake up within a week she'll die of dehydration. We can keep her going for a little while, but not for long."
"Whats the good news," I mutter.
"She isn't dead," she shrugs. "You can go and see her, but don't get your hopes up. She's unresponsive."
I nod and head straight for her room. I cringe when I see the puddle of blood on the floor where she landed. I gag and look and away. She is lying motionless on her bed. Her eyes are shut and for a moment I think she is sleeping. She will wake up in a moment. But I know she is not sleeping. She is in a coma. A coma that she might not wake up from. I walk over to her and sit down beside her. I take her hand and feel her pulse. Her heart is beating slowly. I can see where the blood stained her shirt. The bullet must have hit her upper chest. Her breathing is ragged and hoarse. This is just one more reminder of how lucky I am that she is not dead. A few tears roll down my cheeks as I look at her. I love her more than anything.
*Lizzie's point of view*
I cant move. I feel trapped like I am in a dark, cramped box. I want to get out. I need to get out. I don't want to be trapped here. "I know you cant here me Izzy, but I just want you to know that I love you," I hear Carl's voice in the distance. "I know why you saved me, but I don't want to lose you. You're my best friend. Even more than that even. You could die Izzy, all because you had to save me. I miss my sister Izzy and mom. I miss them both so much. I cant lose you to," he is crying now. I want to sit up and kiss him and give him a hug, but I don't know how to. I want to tell him it'll be okay. That I'll wake up sometime and everything will be okay, but I cant find the muscles that move my lips. It hurts to breath, but this pain is nothing compared to the pain I feel in my chest. I saved him, but I've also hurt him.
"She said we wont be able to keep you alive very long. That if you don't wake up soon that you will die. I don't know what I will do if you die. I don't know if I will want to live anymore. You are one of my last reasons to live," I want to scream now. I want to scream at him and tell him that he has to live. If I die then it would be for him! He has to understand that.
"Please Izzy!" he sobs. "Please wake up. Please say something!"
In my mind I can imagine myself saying something. I cant stand it! I cant stand to hear him cry. I ball my fist up. My fist! I found a muscle that I can move. I strain every muscle I have and force the one word out. "C...a...r...l," my voice rasps. Talking hurts my chest. Really bad. It feels like someone is stabbing me even though I know they aren't. My eyes flutter open just barely and I see him smile through the tears.
"Izzy!" he pulls me up so I am sitting and he gives me a kiss. I groan. My whole body hurts. He lays me back down slowly and says, "Sorry." I give a small nod. It hurts too bad to talk. "Does it hurt to talk?" he asks sadly. I nod again. "Okay. I don't think its a good idea for you to talk anyways. The bullet hit you in the chest. You could reopen the wound." I tilt my head. I didn't know I got shot in the chest. "I'm going to go tell Beth so she can tell the others. Don't go back to sleep," he warns.
I wasn't really planning on it, but okay! I would say this, but it isn't worth hurting myself over. He leaves the room and comes back a minute later. I can see him pulling Beth along. When she sees me her eyes widen in disbelief. "But how? How are you not paralysed. The bullet ruptured your spinal cord. You should be dead!" I know she isn't trying to be mean, but I wince at her choice of words. I should be dead, but for some unknown reason I am alive. It must be a miracle.
"Beth!" Carl snaps.
"Sorry. I'll go tell the others," she apologizes and walks out of the room.
Carl comes and sits by me again. He wraps his arms around my waist and I rest my head on his shoulder. "I love you Izzy. Forever," he whispers.
The only word I can say is, "forever."
So Izzy did not die! She went into a coma for a little while, but Carl got her to wake up! What do you think will happen next? Find out in the next chapter! Don't forget to like, comment, and favorite. Thank ya!!!!!!!