Daryl was chewing on his thumbnail. Jesus had gone on a run and hadn't been back. He was supposed to be back yesterday, and still wasn't back. He was worried- real worried. All of a sudden, Rick came bursting into his house.
"He's back." Rick said. Daryl saw in his facial expression that something wasn't right.
"Wha's wrong?" Daryl asked, getting worried. Was he close to dying? Did he get bit? All these questions were running around in his head.
"The Saviors got a hold of him. He's a little roughed up. He's getting checked out right now." That's all Rick had to say for him to head straight to where Dr. Carson was checking him out at.
"Hey babe." Jesus said when Daryl walked in. Dr. Carson smiled at Daryl then walked out, wanting to give the couple time to themselves.
"Don't 'hey' me! Where ya been? 've been worried sick!" Daryl said, getting his frustrations out. Jesus rolled his eyes.
"The Saviors got me. I was sleeping when I heard some commotion outside this house I was staying at. Apparently it was somewhere they stayed when they went out as well. Wrong idea on my part. They beat me up." Jesus explained, looking at his hands. Daryl took one of his hands in his and rubbed it.
"Wha' kinda damage did they do ta ya?" Daryl asked, concerned for his boyfriend.
"3 broken ribs, broken ankle, and a broken wrist." Jesus said. Daryl nodded his head.
"I guess that means I gotta look after ya now. Can't do nothing with 3 broken ribs, a broken wrist, and a broken ankle." Daryl said. Jesus rolled his eyes again.
"I'll be perfectly fine. Just glad I'm back." Jesus said, smiling gently at Daryl. Daryl smiled a little back. Jesus took Daryl's head in his non-broken wrist and kissed him. He was definitely glad he was back.