Chapitre 86: Chapter 84: Namaste
"Don't touch the water, and don't use force with your left hand. In fact, it would be safer if you sew it up, but I can't do that. Let's take a look first. If it doesn't work, I'll take it apart tomorrow and let my father sew it up for you."
Beth wrapped the bandage and tied a bow at the end, patiently reminding the patient of some precautions.
"Forget about the stitching. It's not that exaggerated."
It didn't hurt much to begin with, but after Beth's treatment, Carl felt even more pain, but he wouldn't say that.
"Your wound is really dramatic. It's almost touching the bone. How did you get hurt?" Beth took a pillow from the sofa and put it under Carl's hand.
"It was really me who cut him. Mainly because I didn't expect the dagger to be so sharp. The situation was urgent at the time, so I accidentally used too much force." Carl said with a wry smile.
"Then why did you cut yourself?" Beth asked curiously.
Carl thought about it and told the truth, "Use blood to attract the zombies. They are crazy about blood. Blood can attract their attention and buy time for Sean and me."
"Boy, you're really brave. You have the style of my uncle More in the past." More interjected again at an inappropriate time.
"More, if you are really free, can you go to sleep?" Carl really didn't want to pay attention to More.
Actually, it's okay to argue with him normally, it can even help to relieve boredom, but now that Beth is here, Carl has no time to pay attention to him.
And this More is not sensible at all.
"I want to sleep too, but my brother is here. I'm not going anywhere until my brother leaves."
"I don't need you to watch me. I'm not a child."
"Is it not okay for me to have you watch over me? Your brother is not in good condition right now, are you willing to let me go back alone?"
Daryl can't walk yet. The operation is still going on and blood may be used later. Although Daryl is much weaker, he feels that he is still fine.
"Come on, go out and have a cigarette."
Daryl, weak, stood up, tried to help Maul, then fell back onto the couch.
"Brother, save your breath and just smoke here. Girl, you shouldn't mind, right?" Moore looked at Beth.
"Will it be useful for me to say I mind?" Beth did not give Moore a good look.
Girls like Beth would avoid people like More, who have the word "thug" written all over their faces. If this wasn't Beth's home, Beth wouldn't dare to talk to More.
"It's useless." Moore smiled shamelessly.
"More, if you do this again, I will catch a zombie and stuff it into your crotch, I swear." Carl stared at More and said.
"Shit! You little bastard, do you believe that I'm going to give you a blowjob first..."
"Carl, what are you talking about?" Beth frowned slightly and patted Carl.
Carl could only smile.
At this time, Sean came in and it seemed that he really just took Lori to bed.
Sean said, "Carl, your mother has gone to bed. She is too tired."
Carl nodded, "Sean, please take Moore and Daryl out for a cigarette, or take them back to bed."
After saying that, Carl ignored Moore. Moore kept talking nonsense for a while, but was still carried out by Sean, one on each side.
"Sister Beth, I'm sorry to disturb your rest." Carl smiled apologetically.
"There's nothing I can do." Beth was also helpless and leaned weakly on the sofa.
"Are you going to bed now?" Carl asked.
"I have to wait until father and the others are done with their work," Beth said.
"Where is your room? Do you live alone?"
"Of course, what else?"
"What about your boyfriend?"
"He sleeps in the guest room."
"That..." Carl looked around and made sure there was no one around. He leaned closer to Beth and asked, "Do you have that?"
"Carl, what are you talking about!" Beth glared at Carl fiercely.
"That's possible. My father will break his legs."
"Oh." Carl couldn't help but smile.
"Karl, how old are you, you..."
Beth also looked around and made sure that Moore and the others had really gone out, then she whispered,
"You should have less contact with that Mor. He will lead you astray. He is not a good person. If you are led astray by him, I will ignore you in the future."
"Okay, absolutely not." Carl agreed.
"That's more like it." Beth nodded with satisfaction, "Are you hungry or thirsty?"
"A little bit." Carl nodded.
"I'll get you something to eat."
Beth went to the second floor, but came back soon with a few bags of potato chips, a box of chocolates, a box of biscuits, and two cans of drinks.
"I don't have many snacks left, just this once." Beth said reluctantly.
Karl smiled and said, "There are quite a lot of us. Last time we robbed a convenience store. What do you like to eat? I'll bring it to you tomorrow."
"Really? But wouldn't that be a bad idea?" Beth hesitated.
"No, absolutely not." Carl said with certainty.
"Okay, then I'll have chocolate. Actually, I prefer dried fruit, but I don't think you have any."
"Yes, there will be one if not."
"How can you be sure?"
"Because I'm sure of it."
"???"
Beth opened a bag of potato chips and handed it to Carl. Carl took it with one hand, put it on the sofa, and started eating.
"Karl, does your leg still hurt?"
"What do you think?" Carl said unhappily.
"It should be quite painful. Let me rub it for you, for your sake."
"Thank you, Sister Beth, you are so kind."
"You already said that."
"Can't I say it a second time?"
"Of course, if you like."
"I'll say that many times."
"Haha." Beth couldn't help laughing.
Beth placed Carl's legs on her legs and gently rubbed the calf muscles.
Beth asked, "Is this okay? How strong is it?"
"Yes, it's very comfortable."
"That's good. Actually, I have no experience in massage."
"You are so kind."
"Why you?"
"I'll tell you later."
"Oh Well."
…
"Squeak~"
The door was pushed open.
It is the guest room behind the stairs on the first floor, which is also the room where Glenn is.
It was Patricia who came out. She glanced at Carl and Beth who were sleeping on the sofa in the living room, but did not wake them up.
She walked out the door with a brisk pace.
Outside the door, Dale was leaning against the handrail, while Sean, Moore, and Daryl were sitting on the steps smoking.
It was already very late and everyone else had gone back, so now only the four of them were waiting for the results.
When he saw Patricia, Dale quickly asked, "How's Glenn?"
Sean also stood up quickly.
As for Moore and Daryl, they couldn't stand up without help, but they still turned to look at Patricia.
"The operation was successful."
"Oh, God bless you." Dale clasped his hands together.
"Is Glenn awake?" Sean asked.
"Need more blood?" Daryl asked.
"I told you that bastard wouldn't die so easily." Moore smiled.
"He hasn't woken up yet, but he's definitely out of danger. As for blood, it would be best if you could give him a little more."
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