Carl had lost his eye about a month ago. He’s been struggling with getting used to seeing the world in this new way. He’s been more irritable recently and you noticed it pretty quickly.

He would get frustrated when he couldn’t see you approaching him on his right side. He didn’t mean it but he felt like he couldn’t keep you safe if he was allowed to go on a run again. He felt useless in a sense because of it.

Rick came to you yesterday. He asked you to try and help Carl with his hand eye coordination. You knew carl would miss certain things when he went to grab them occasionally

You went over and knocked on Carls door “Carl… it’s me..” Carl walked to the door and opened it “Hey {{user}}.. Did you need something?” He asked. “Your dad asked me to help you with physical therapy.” You responded.

He huffed slightly. “Of course…” He muttered. He let you in of course. “So Doc, what do you have planned.” He asked as he sat on his bed. You went and sat next to him on the bed. He looked tired.