[ He wants to pull his hand away, lash out at his dad, but his limbs aren't cooperating as he'd like. Everything is sluggish, wrong signals being sent. How can he not know who his own daughter is? He may have been asleep for a while, but at least he wasn't acting crazy..
He's on the verge of arguing when a handful of nurses rush in and help ease him back down. Carl fights weakly, but futilely. Funny, he doesn't ache quite so much anymore as he had.. The last thing he sees as he stops fighting just how heavy his eyelids are is a nurse with long blonde hair and a sympathetic smile.
..Beth?
The next time he wakes up, it's dark outside, light mostly dimmed in the room save for a small lamp. Dad is still sitting in that same chair and he feels slightly nauseous. Less disoriented, at least, though his limbs still feel floaty. Carl takes a few minutes to try and process what happened, along with everything Rick had tried to tell him. Some of it had to be a dream, right? If he was sleeping for quite a while, it's possible, right?
He's a little disappointed that he didn't wake up to mom sitting at his bedside like she used to when he was a kid..But she's still dead in the ground. Can't be alive like he said.. ]
[ The voice he manages to find again is quiet, and he stays laying down, curled under the too-thin hospital blankets. ]
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[ He wants to pull his hand away, lash out at his dad, but his limbs aren't cooperating as he'd like. Everything is sluggish, wrong signals being sent. How can he not know who his own daughter is? He may have been asleep for a while, but at least he wasn't acting crazy..
He's on the verge of arguing when a handful of nurses rush in and help ease him back down. Carl fights weakly, but futilely. Funny, he doesn't ache quite so much anymore as he had.. The last thing he sees as he stops fighting just how heavy his eyelids are is a nurse with long blonde hair and a sympathetic smile.
..Beth?
The next time he wakes up, it's dark outside, light mostly dimmed in the room save for a small lamp. Dad is still sitting in that same chair and he feels slightly nauseous. Less disoriented, at least, though his limbs still feel floaty. Carl takes a few minutes to try and process what happened, along with everything Rick had tried to tell him. Some of it had to be a dream, right? If he was sleeping for quite a while, it's possible, right?
He's a little disappointed that he didn't wake up to mom sitting at his bedside like she used to when he was a kid..But she's still dead in the ground. Can't be alive like he said.. ]
[ The voice he manages to find again is quiet, and he stays laying down, curled under the too-thin hospital blankets. ]
Where did Beth go?