I'd always imagined that Daryl would be the worst hospital patient ever, so I thought having him stuck in a hospital room at the mercy of Beth would be quite amusing. Hence the creation of this story! I'm doing this for my own fun, and I hope my readers enjoy reading it.

Collision

He remembered the helpless feeling of confusion when he woke up that day. Everything around him was sterile white, including the walls, floor, and cotton blankets that he held bunched in his hands. Even more confusing was noise drifting through the room- it was sweet, gentle, and caressed his ears like feathers. Daryl's ears drank in the noise and he nearly fell asleep to it, until he heard a faint beeping. The type of beeping that was characteristic of a hospital. His eyes flew open, a strangled gasp escaped his throat as he struggled to sit up. A crash was heard at the opposite end of the room catching his attention- a young woman with golden hair and giant blue eyes had dropped a tray and was now rushing towards him. He struggled to warn her away from him, but the words were caught in his throat.

"Sir, I need you to relax." The woman reached to the side of his bed and took hold of a small remote, she pressed the red button. "The doctor is on his way, but for now I need you to take deep breaths, and I need you to tell me your name."

Her voice was soothing, yet urgent, so he breathed. "My name is Daryl Dixon." She smiled at that, and breathed a breath of relief. Daryl couldn't tell why she was so damn happy about that, but before he could ask, the doctor entered the room, and the girl silently slipped out of the room.

"Mr. Dixon, it's such a relief to see you awake." The doctor, who was younger than Daryl, stood over him and looked over him carefully. "Do you know where you are Daryl?"

"The hospital." Daryl, finally took the time to notice that his hands were bound to his sides. "What the hell…"

"Do you know why you are here Mr. Dixon?"

"No fucking idea, why are my hands like this?" Daryl jerked his hand, causing the doctor to sigh.

"You were in a motorcycle accident and your hands are like that because you were throwing punches at my staff while they tried to help you." The doctor scolded him, then promptly freed his hands. "After the accident you fell into a coma, but it was decided to keep your hands like this just in case you woke up with the same violent tendencies."

"How long have I been out." Daryl winced as he stretched out his arms, the pain of that was only second to the violent throbbing in his head.

"About a week, which is impressive considering the massive concussion you received from the accident." The doctor shined a weak light into his eyes, causing him to flinch violently. "You'll experience light sensitivity for quite a while- I would recommend avoiding sunlight for at least two weeks after we release you."

Daryl pulled himself into a sitting position, then groaned and grabbed at his head. "Where are my clothes so I can get the hell out of here?"

"Mr. Dixon, it is in your best interest to lay back down. Due to policy I cannot allow you to leave the hospital in this condition." The doctor scribbled some notes down on his clipboard. "You have stay here for at least a week."

"That's bullshit, are you paying for my fucking hospital bill?" Daryl spat, he looked around the room. "Where my things?"

"Your nurse will return your phone and wallet to you when she arrives. Unfortunately, most of your clothes were destroyed, except for a vest. Do you have anyone that you can contact to pick up a change of clothes for you?"

"I might." Daryl wondered if his brother knew about the accident.

"Very good, your nurses' name is Carol, and my sister, Beth, is her assistant. My name is Shawn Greene, I'll be your doctor for the remainder of your stay, so if you feel any unusual pains please let Carol know so that she can get back to me." Shawn offered him a small smile, then made his way out of the room.

Daryl had a second of peace before the nurse came bustling in with the same golden-haired girl that he woke up to- Beth. The nurse was a woman with gray hair, and striking blue eyes that matched the color of her scrubs. She approached Daryl and kindly laid a plastic bag of items and a small piece of paper with a phone number on the table next to his bed, then turned her attention to his heart monitor. "My name is Carol, I'll be your nurse for today, and my assistant Beth will be taking care of your more basic needs. Your vitals look fine for someone in your condition, but if you feel any pain you just push the button on the remote to contact me. If you need anything else, call this number and ask for Beth, then she'll get to you right away." Her voice was stern, and she abruptly left the room after her instruction, leaving Beth standing near his bed. Her scrubs were light gray in color, but didn't take away from her naturally friendly appearance.

"My name is Beth- "

"And you are here to do shit that the nurse doesn't want to do. got it." Daryl stared up at the ceiling and sighed. The young woman shuffled awkwardly in her spot. Daryl rolled his eyes. "Please, continue so you can leave."

" I am here to make you comfortable during your stay here and you can call me whenever you need anything. I will be the one to get your meals, help you walk around the room, and I'll bring you your daily dose of medicine every morning." She handed Daryl a piece of paper, "Because concussions bring about headaches, it's advised that you take Tylenol to relieve the pain."

"Seriously? Fucking Tylenol?" Daryl flicked the piece of paper on the table next to him.

"Would you prefer something else?" She was sincere, but Daryl was already tired of the hospital bullshit.

"A bullet?" She frowned at that then nodded.

"I'll leave you to get rest Mr. Dixon." She said it in this small voice, making Daryl feel like shit, but he was relieved when the room was finally silent.

In the dead silence of the room, he started to wonder what the hell happened to his bike. His mind told him that it was sitting in a salvage pile, but the other part of him screamed that it was totally impossible. When he started trying to get his bike out of his mind, he started to wonder if the person who hit him was in the same hospital, and if so he wanted to know who the hell they were. This onslaught of thoughts had his head pounding, so he fumbled around for a tv remote to turn on the monitor hanging on the wall across from his bed.

To his own disappointment, he couldn't find it, but his thoughts where making his head pound. With an aggravated sigh he switched his attention to the bag on his desk, then went to grab it. Despite having a decent hold on the bag, it slipped from his hands anyway.

"Fuck me." Daryl peeked over the side of his bed to see the pathetic bag lying out of his reach, he settled back into his bed in defeat. Out of the corner of his eye, Daryl saw the small hospital phone that was sitting on the desk, which must have been concealed by his bag of belongings. At that point a mini conflict when off in his head as he wondered if he dares call the woman he'd just offended, and for a while he was adamantly against it. He even spent an extra ten minutes trying to find a remote, but in the end, he just snatched the phone, punched her number in, then growled over the line.

"I need Beth."

Daryl is about as stubborn as it gets, which makes this so much fun to write. If you have any thoughts please leave me a quick review, and hopefully if you guys like the story, I'll update it next week.