The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

Carl thought about the gunshots in the town.

Could it be that there was a conflict between the Governor's men and Sean and his men?

If this is the case, my situation might be very dangerous.

In one small town, with two groups of people in control, how could the governor possibly believe that he was living alone with his father?

Now Carl could only pray that Sean and his men had never met the Governor's men, otherwise his disguise would be a joke.

Or do you expect the Governor to be stupid and not have too much doubt about a child like yours?

Carl smiled helplessly. Those who treat others as fools are the real fools.

Why is fate so wonderful?

Perhaps we should use a different word to describe it.

Outrageous?

"Karl, you can do it, for sure! There are many people waiting for you."

I secretly encouraged myself in my heart.

As I was thinking about things, or perhaps because I was too weak, I soon felt sleepy.

Carl did not resist the sleepiness and fell into dream naturally.

After all, apart from sleeping, all I can do now is to let my mind wander and increase my mental pressure.

Not long after, Dr. Stevens returned to the ward and came to Carl's bedside. Looking at Carl, whose eyes were closed and whose expression was very peaceful, he tentatively called softly, "Child?"

After waiting for a while and getting no response, Dr. Stevens knew that Carl must have fallen asleep, so he didn't call him again.

He straightened the quilt for Carl, exposing Carl's mouth and nose. He looked at Carl's face carefully for a while and couldn't help but smile.

He leaned over and gently kissed Karl on the forehead, "What a good boy."

…

Carl opened his eyes again, and the room was still bright, with the lights on, always on.

He squinted his eyes for a while and then became fully awake.

Karl struggled, holding the edge of the bed with his right hand, trying to get up, but his body was so weak that it was difficult for him to even turn over, let alone get up.

Karl could only give up helplessly. After a slight hesitation, he opened his mouth and shouted in the most appropriate voice, "Is anyone there?"

"Child, are you awake?" Dr. Stevens walked in.

Karl looked at Dr. Stevens, hesitant.

"What's wrong? Carl, do you have anything to say? Don't hesitate." Dr. Stevens stood beside the bed, looking at Carl with a faint smile on his face.

"Doctor, I, I want to know where my watch is. It is very important to me." Carl said.

"Watch?" Dr. Stevens smiled and took out the watch from the drawer of the bedside table. It had a thin brown strap, a platinum dial, and very delicate hands.

"Is this it? This is a lady's watch. Who gave it to you?"

"Yes, it's my mother. It's the only thing she left me. She was very kind to me. If I wear it, I can feel as if my mother is holding my hand."

Although he didn't want to lie to Dr. Stevens, Carl had to do so because this was the Governor's territory after all.

"Oh, damn, I shouldn't have taken it off your wrist, I'm so sorry." Dr. Stevens looked heartbroken.

Then he carefully took out Carl's left hand with the needle still inserted from the side of the quilt, bypassed the infusion tube, and carefully helped Carl put on the watch.

"Thank you, Dr. Stevens, you are so gentle." The watch returned to his wrist, and the familiar feeling made Carl feel a little relieved.

"Haha, thank you, kid. Maybe I can help you remove the needle. You need real food more than nutrient solution."

"Okay, thank you again, Dr. Stevens."

"No need to be like this, Karl, you are so polite, so sensible, and so well-behaved."

Dr. Stevens began to carefully remove the needle from Carl's hand. "Son, if it hurts you, you can tell me."

"No, you are very gentle, Dr. Stevens, can I ask what time it is now?" Carl said.

"Time? What do you mean?" Dr. Stevens inserted the needle back into the liquid bottle, wound up the infusion tube and put it aside.

"The specific date." Carl raised his weak left hand with some difficulty and looked at the time. It was a little after eight o'clock, but he didn't know whether it was morning or evening.

"As for the exact time, let me think about it, it seems to be around 8 o'clock in the evening of March 29th. Yes, it should be correct." Doctor Stevens nodded with certainty, then looked at Carl and asked;

"I made some porridge for you. Do you want to drink some first? Or wait?"

"This... have you been taking care of me all this time, Dr. Stevens?" Carl looked at Dr. Stevens.

"Actually, I didn't do much. You were lying down the whole time, so I didn't need to do much." Dr. Stevens smiled indifferently.

"Thank you very much. I never thought that a stranger would be so kind to me. We had no communication before this. You didn't even know my name. I never thought about it. I don't know how to express my gratitude."

There was some glitter in the corners of Carl's eyes again, and this time it was purely out of his feelings.

"Child, you don't have to be like this. I hate to see children cry. Child, don't cry." Dr. Stevens patted Carl's body to comfort him.

"Yeah." Carl stopped crying, "Doctor, I want to get out of bed."

"No, that's not okay. You can't get out of bed yet. Wait, what are you going to get out of bed for?"

"Go to the bathroom. Also, I want to brush my teeth. Can I have a toothbrush?" Carl blinked his blue eyes and looked at Dr. Stevens pitifully.

Stevens turned his head helplessly and waved his hands, "But, but, Karl, you are still very weak now. Even if you are an adult, you can't get out of bed directly after lying for so long, not to mention that you are still a child."

Karl didn't say anything, still looking at Dr. Stevens, but he pouted his lips slightly.

"Damn it, are all kids in the world the same?" Dr. Stevens sighed helplessly.

"I can help you get out of bed, but you have to be careful. Fortunately, the injuries to your torso and limbs are not caused, otherwise I would not agree to it no matter what."

Stevens Stevens went to get a pair of slippers first, then lifted the quilt, carefully supported Carl's body and sat up little by little.

"Thank you, thank you very much." Carl said sincerely.

"That's not necessary. If my child were alive, he would be a few years older than you. But even though he is older than you, he is far less sensible than you."

"Feel sorry."

"fine."

Stevens helped Carl put on his slightly large slippers and slowly helped Carl stand up.

Carl could feel that his legs were very weak, and most importantly, he felt like he couldn't find his balance, but fortunately, Dr. Stevens beside him held him steady.

Stevens helped Carl into the bathroom with some concern. Carl reached out to hold the sink and shifted his center of gravity from Dr. Stevens to the sink.

"Ma'am, I'm fine, thank you." Carl said, turning around.

"Kid, you don't look okay right now." Dr. Stevens was a little worried.

"Yes, thank you very much. I need a toothbrush, ma'am, can I?"

"Okay, damn it, I'll get it for you, but if you feel any discomfort, please remember to call me immediately."

"certainly."

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