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She had been studying him for almost 15 minutes. He was moaning and hardly moving. She had seen his tumble down the slope, had seen him trying to stop his bleeding and seen him climbing the scope only to tumble back to the ground. Right than he was laying half in and half out of the creek bed. She crept out of her hiding place and made her way over to him.

He was on his back with his legs sprawled out in front of him, his left leg bent slightly. His arms were spread out to either side of him. The closer she got the more she could see of his injuries. His head was bleeding on the right side, just under his hairline and his left side, just under his rib cage, had an arrow sticking out of it. She knelt down beside him and pressed her fingers to his neck. His eyes fluttered until they were half open.

" Are you my angel?" He almost whispered.

" Yeah, come on. Let's get you up and over to my place. It's not far from here." She said as she took a hold of his right arm.

He helped her to help him up. Her arms went around his waist, being careful with his left side. His right arm slipped across her shoulders. They staggered with most of his weight coming on her. He grunted and groaned as his head rolled to the right side and knocked against hers. She shook him slightly as he started to sag his weight.

" Come on, buddy. Wake up and help me. Just walk a little ways then you can pass out in my bed, okay?" She asked softly.

" Yeah, okay." He said.

" Can you tell me your name?" She asked to keep him talking as they walked.

" Daryl." He answered, his words drawn out and slow.

" Hello, Daryl." She said.

" You sum kind of angel?" He asked.

" Yeah. I'm your angel, remember?" She asked. He smiled with his eyes closed.

" Don't tell my brother I got saved by a girl." He said as they reached the bank.

" Okay, I won't." She said. They staggered again and she tighten her hold of him. " Daryl, I need you to focus a little bit longer, okay?"

" You sound funny." He said.

" Well you sound funny to me." She said.

" Where you from, Angel?" He asked as they continued to walk. She could see her little cabin from where they were.

" Where do you think I'm from?" She asked.

" Don't know, never met an angel before." He said as he opened his eyes to little slits. " My fuckin head hurts." He moaned.

" I know. I'm going to fix it up, okay? We are almost there." She said.

They carefully made their way to her front door which she managed to get open. She helped him into her cabin, kicking the door closed behind her. Her cabin was two stories and loft style. She had turned her loft into a look out post so her bed, thankfully, was on the ground floor. They stumbled over to the bed where she carefully laid Daryl down. She picked up each of his legs and set them on her bed. She moved to his head and pushed his hair off his face. He slowly opened his eyes then closed them again.

" Can you hear me, Daryl?" She asked softly. He nodded and groaned. " I'm going to patch up your head first then we are going to have to take out that arrow, okay?" His eyes opened to slits again.

" You gonna tell me your name?" He asked. She had her hands planted on her bed on either side of his head. She smiled down at him.

" Why do you want to know my name?" She asked.

" Figured if you gonna fix me up, should know your name." He said, his voice never losing it's low, gruff sound.

" I'm your angel and that's all you need to know." She said. He nodded and closed his eyes again.

" My angel." He whispered a second before his entire body relaxed.

She stared down at him for a few seconds before she pressed her fingers to his neck. She brought her other hand to his chest and closed her eyes. She held her breath and and concentrated. After a few minutes she opened her eyes and pulled away from him. He had just passed out, he hadn't died, not yet. She got up off her bed and moved to get her supplies.

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She sat beside him on her bed, again, with a bowl of water and a rag. His breathing was slow and even so she knew he was still okay. She dipped the rag into the bowl then moved his hair to the side again. She wrung out the extra water than started lightly cleaning the wound on his head. She cleaned the dirt from around and inside the wound, making it start to bleed again. She washed the blood from his face.

" There you are. You're actually really hot even though you're filthy." She said.

She brought the sides of the wound together and knew he was going to need stitches. She took a hold of his face and continued cleaning it until she had his whole face spotless. She moved down to his neck and cleaned it as well. She set the rag down and started undoing the buttons of his shirt. When she had the whole thing undone, she got up and moved to his left side. She slid across the bed and shoved a few towels under his side. She took her scissors and cut up his dirty wife beater.

She took a good look at the arrow in his side than looked up at his face. She sighed as she sat back. It was a good thing he was out because it was going to hurt like a bitch to remove it from his side. She took a hold of it. She had to get it out, and get it out now. She leaned against him and used her body to force him to roll over slightly. He started moaning as she worked the arrow out of his side. It slipped out easier than she thought it was going too and it was a good thing she had set her supplies up in front of her because once he was free from the arrow, he started to bleed quickly.

She cleaned both the exit and entrance wound carefully and once she got the bleeding to slow, she began to stitch the wounds closed. She closed up the entrance wound first than the exit wound and when she was done, she began to clean the area around both wounds. She picked up her cream then gently spread some on area before she put a bandage on him. She taped it on then carefully laid him down onto his back. She picked up her gauze wrap then straddled his lap. She place on hand under him and lifted his waist slightly so she could slip the gauze around him. She wrapped the gauze around and around him before taping it.

She got off his lap and moved to his right side again where she began stitching up his head wound. She covered it with cream than bandaged up his head. She cut his dirt, wet shirt off him then disregarded it into the trash can by her bed. She moved down to his boots and quickly undid the laces. She dropped his boots to the floor than moved to his waist. She undid the button and the zipper. She yanked carefully on his cargo pants until she pulled them completely off. She sighed and looked down at sleeping man in her bed. She grabbed the sheet and pulled it over him then pulled up the comforter. She moved to the opposite of her room and quickly build a fire to keep him warm.

She jogged up her stairs to grab an extra pillow and a blanket before returning to the ground level. She made herself a bed on the couch then sat down and sighed. It was had been a long day and she was tired. She stared out the window as the sun was starting to set. She slipped off her shoes and settled into the couch. She was asleep before she knew it.