"Do you hear that yelling?" Oscar appears in my doorway with a frantic look on his face. I was just about to ask the same thing. I throw my book aside and follow Oscar as we race down the stairs and out the front door, onto the street.

I could recognize the voice from a mile away. A group of people were cowering behind one another, but we couldn't see what was going on. The Anderson's house had a shattered window, and I immediately get a bad feeling about what happened. We push our way through the crowd and find our friends in the front with scared looks on their faces as Rick ane Dr. Anderson fight one another. Jessie tries to stop them, only for Dr. Anderson to punch her in her face. She falls and Rachel rushes over to help her.

Ron and Carl run up to see what is happening, both of them in shock of both their dads pounding eachother.

Dr. Anderson punching Jessie was the last straw for Rick. He hits him in the back of the neck and rolls over and continues to punch Dr. Anderson.

Carl runs over to Rick and tries to pull him off of Dr. Anderson. "Get off." He grunts. Rick pushes him away and he stumbles back, almost falling. I gasp and Carl looks at me with a shocked expression. His dad never laid a hand on him like that. I guess we remember we hate eachother and look away.

Rick has Dr. Anderson in a choke hold and seems to be in a psychotic daze, staring off into the distance.

"Stop." Deanna commands a bit breathless as she runs up. Rick snaps out of his gaze and stares at her with anger in his eyes. "Stop it right now." She says more firmly.

Rick looks down at Dr. Anderson. "You touch her again and I will kill you." He says while maintaining his choke hold.

"Damn it, Rick! I said stop it!" Deanna yells at the retired leader.

Glenn, Abrham, Daryl, and some other men go to pull him off, but Rick pulls a gun on them. That stops everyone dead in our tracks. My heart stops for a moment, I see Oscar push Zainab behind him a little, Austin pull Rachel back, and Morgan stumbles back, running into Patrick.

"You gonna kick me out?" Rick asks crazily and points the gun to Deanna and Reg.

"Put that gun down, Rick." Deanna puts her hands in front of her, trying to negotiate with the crazed man.

Rick looks like he might listen, but then looks back up through the blood that covers his face. "You still don't get it." He puts the gun to his side and looks around. "None of you do!" He shouts at us. "We know what needs to be done and we do it. We're the ones that work. You!" He points to the residents of Alexandria that were here before us. "You just sit, plan, and hesitate. You pretend like you know but you don't!" He waves the gun around and I fear for their lives. "You wish things weren't what they are. You want to live? You want this place to stay standing? Your way of doing things is done! Things don't get better because you- you want them to. Starting right now we have to live in the real world. We have to control who lives here." Well ain't that ironic.

"That's never been more clear to me than it is to me right now." Deanna throws back at him. I feel a twinge of anger towards Deanna because I know this isn't Rick talking. I don't know who it is, but this person's crazy.

"Me?" Rick questions. "Me? You're-" He laughs in disbelief. "Yo- you mean me?" His smile scares me a little. "Your way is going to destroy this place. It's going to get people killed. It's already got people killed. And I'm not just going to stand by and just let it happen. If you don't fight, you die. I'm not going to stand by and-" Michonne strides up behind him and punches him hard in the back of the head. The growing crowd gasps as the former leader falls over, unconscious.

"Help me get 'em to the infirmary." Daryl orders Glenn as they both grab Rick's arms and drag him to the infirmary. I know Denise will need help since our surgeon and cop are pretty beaten up.

We've all known that Dr. Anderson was beating his wife and children. I even tried to talk to Ron about it, but he denied everything. We were told we couldn't do anything about it because he's the surgeon and we need him. Jessie's been in a couple of times to get stitches and shoulders back in their sockets when Dr. Anderson isn't there.

Noah and Abrham drag Dr. Anderson towards the infirmary as I run ahead to inform Denise.

"Change of plans, Lauren." Michonne catches up to me. "Let Denise know that she will have to treat them in the cells." I nod and take off running to the infirmary.

I open the wood door and half startle Denise who drops a medical book. "Lauren!" She scolds.

"Sorry," I say breathlessly. "We're going to need supplies for stitches and lots of bandages."

"Why? What's wrong? Who's hurt?" The string of questions fall out of her mouth as she throws all the supplies into a bag.

"Rick and Dr. Anderson got in a fight and kind of broke a window by busting through it. Also they were punching eachother and Rick might have a slight concussion." I explain as I grab the medicine we'll need. Nothing heavy, just minor stuff like ibuprofen for the major head aches their going to wake up with and the pain of bruises. "Michonne said to meet them in the cells."

We rush out of the door and half run half walk to the cells, which are just some unfinished houses with heavy duty locks on the door of each room to hold people in.

"I'll take care of Pete and you get Rick." She orders as Daryl leads her to the room Dr. Anderson is in.

A little of excitment and fear bubbles up insode me, for this will be my first patient by myself.

Glenn unlocks the door that holds the bleeding, unconscious Rick. They laid him on a plain mattress that was in the room. His cuts look deep, but not too deep that he'll have to worry about infection. I examine the rest of his injuries which are just some bruises and a minor possibility that he'll have a concussion telling by the bruise on the back of his head and his unconscious state.

When I finish identifying the injuries I open my bag and dig around till I find the needle and thread and my lighter. I flick on the lighter with a T-rex riding a moped on it and heat up the needle to sterilize it and push the thread through. I take the curved needle and push it through the busted skin after I disinfected the wound.

After setting his nose back into place and stitching him up. I pack up my stuff and open the bottle of ibuprofen and shake it till two pills slide into the palm of my hand, setting it on the ground next to him along with a bottle of water I had in my bag.

I turn around to find a black haired boy with bright blue eyes staring at me.

"How long have you been standing there?" I ask and pretend to rummage through my bag to avoid eye contact.

"About the fifth stitch in." Carl replies. I sling my bag on my shoulder and do one last check to make sure I fixed everything. "What's his injuries?" He asks.

"He has seven stitches all together along with a reset nose and what I believe is a minor concussion. He can come back to have the stitches removed in about two weeks and the concussion should be gone in less than that. I gave him 1600 mg of ibuprofen for the aches. One in every 8 hours should do. I don't know how long they're keeping them in cell, but he should get plenty of rest for his body to heal properly." I explain to him like I would to any other person.

With that I rush out of the room to leave him with his father and find Denise outside talking to Daryl. I take her bag and walk back to the infirmary. I try to sort out my feelings, which was never an easy task for me.

I miss Carl, I do, but I also feel angry at him. But I forgive him? No.

I drop off the bags and put everything where it goes before I lock up and leave the key in the plant where it normally is. I head home, exhausted from today's events.

I enter the house to find all my friends sitting in the kitchen along with that Patrick kid and Rachel. "How's Rick?" Austin asks from his position on the counter next to Rachel.

I shrug. "He's been worse. He's got a concussion." Everyone turns to look at Dylan who gets them all the time.

"What?" He asks.

"Had to make sure you were still conscious." Morgan remarks, which is followed by a deep conversation about Dylan and his concussions.

I shake my head and head up to my room, I fall onto the bed and think I'll instantly falling asleep, only to be disturbed with thoughts of Carl. Dang it, why can't this kid just leave me alone?

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