A/N: I do not own the characters. If i had, Coda wouldve ended WAY differently but may have still had the same shock value...I am starting this fic in the place right after Beth steps up to Dawn. I am going to write how i feel the finale should have ended and how 5B should have went! Love and reviews are appreciated. If you have any ideas feel free to PM me and let me know :) MUCH LOVE AND BETHYL ON MY LOVELIES!
"I get it now." Her voice sternly said.
Beth stood there for the briefest of moments deciding if she was actually going to go through with this. This wasn't her. She didnt kill out of cold blood.
Daryl stood back trying to figure out what Beth was doing. He started to reach out to her Beth had pushed the small pair of surgical scissors into the temple of the bitchy cop and the gun shoot rang out just after. Beth's hand fell limply from the scissors that had now fallen from the cops head. Dawn stood there in shock as everyone watched Beth's body fall back to the floor in pain, slamming her head into the tile floor and becoming unconscious. Without thinking Daryl lifted his gun shooting Dawn square between the eyes. Everything had happened in a matter of seconds but those seconds had destroyed every remaining bit of hope he had for this world. He looked at Beth's motionless body laying on the floor and began to crumble. He fell to his knees sobbing muttering 'No' over and over between the sobs. Beth hand was covering her upper stomach and blood was starting to pool below her. He lifted her hand by the wrist to find a bullet wound below. The faintest of a pulse was felt below he fingers and he rushed to lift her limp body in his arms.
Xxxxxxx A/N: And that is how i wouldve ended the MSF. Every last viewer on earth would think she was dead. Because no one watching could feel her pulse. ;) i know im evil like that. Anywho, one with the rest of this wonderful yet, somewhat short chapter. Xxxxxxxx
"You!"Daryl barked out at the doctor hovering in a doorway. "You're a doctor! Save her!" He demanded. The doctor looked at what seemed like a lifeless body in his arms and looked back up at Daryl with apologetic eyes. "No! No! Shes alive god damn it! Do somethin'!" He screamed. The doctor moved from the doorway motioning for Daryl to go in, afraid of challenging the rough looking man.
Daryl laid Beth's body on the table. The doctor followed him knto the room and surveyed the damage after Daryl stepped away and rounded to the other side of the table.
"It looks like the bullet missed any vital organs or arteries. It just barely missed her lung." The Doc stated, trying to give the good news first.
"So she'll be ok?"Daryl felt a swell of hope start to lighten his heavy heart.
"She has internal bleeding. I would need to preform surgery." The Doc looked up at Daryl again with that apologetic look.
"Whatever we can do i will do it. I will help. We gotta try!" Daryl insisted his chest heaving in an attempt not to cry. He wouldnt give up on her. He never would. Even after her last breath he would fight to bring her back.
"Rule #1 is you dont operate on your loved ones. So i would need someone else. Someone with some medical background. Someone that has smaller hands." He said looking at Daryl.
"I will do it. I can help. I owe her that much." Carol's voice rang out from the doorway. "I was a nurse." Carol lied as the doctor looked over at her. She was as close to a nurse as this world had to offer thanks to Beth's father, just another reason she had to do it.
"Alright then. Anythin' i can do to help?" Daryl said as he let Carol take over his spot next to Beth.
"We need blood. She's lost quite a bit." Carol said to him. Knowing it would be better to givw Daryl something to do or the waiting was going to drive him nuts.
"Ya can have mine." Daryl offered.
"Someone that doesnt have the bad habits of smoking." The Doc spoke up from preparing for the surgery and handing Carol gloves, seeing the pack of smokes in Daryl's shirt pocket.
"Beth? Beth?!" Maggie's voice rang down the hallway.
"The blood just arrived. Get to work." Daryl grunted out. "Dont let her die." He stated looking at Carol. Carol nodded her head and got to work cutting Beth's shirt off.
Daryl closed the door behind him turning to find Maggie sobbing on the floor, At the feet of Rick who must have told her what was going on. Glenn was wrapped around Maggie as she rocked back and forth crying and mumbling out what sounded like a prayer.
"Maggie, Beth needs yer help. We need yer blood." Daryl said as he crouched down next to the hysterical woman.
"Ok." Maggie said nodding her head. "Ok." She said again. "Where's the stuff i know how to do it. Daddy taught me back at the prison. Where's the stuff?" She asked frantically.
"Its in here." Noah spoke up, gesturing to a room behind him. Maggie entered it without hesitation and got to work. She emerged a few minutes later with a full blood bag as she swayed back and forth, dizzy from the loss of blood, but she didnt care, the only thing that mattered right now was saving Beth.
"Ill donate too if you need me too." Carl spoke up and looked up to Rick who nodded and added a 'me too'. Maggie motioned them to come into the room with her and got back to work. Daryl walked the blood bag down to the room Beth was in and knocked on the door.
"I got some blood. A full bag from Maggie, Rick and Carl are doin' it too." Daryl called through the door. A moment later Carol opened the door a small amount reaching out with her glove covered hand that was now also covered in blood. She grabbed the bag giving Daryl a worried look.
"We will let you know." She said simply before closing the door behind her. Daryl felt at a loss right now and there was nothing he could do. He felt helpless for the first time since that fateful night Beth was taken from him. And now, again, he had to play the waiting game.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! Let me know if yall want me to keep going! Much love and Bethyl On my Lovelies!