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It wasn't his idea to bring Jillian with him. He hadn't wanted her to be riding on the horse behind him. He hated that he like how her legs felt against his, how her chest bumped against his back as the horse walked. Her hands were holding onto his sides tightly. She had never been on a horse, she had told him. Daryl could feel the tense coming from her. She was as close to him as she could get herself. When Rick suggested she ride in front of him, Daryl wanted to kill him. There was no way she could have rode in front and not felt her affect on him. He was all too thankful when she said she wanted to be behind him so he could see where they were going.

" Can I ask you somthin?" He asked.

" Sure." Jillian said.

" How old are you?"

" 30." She said.

" Don't look it." Daryl said in surprise. " Thought you were like 24 or somthin. Carol don't look old enough to have a 30 year old daughter."

" That's because she's not my mom. I'm adopted." Jillian explained. Daryl glanced to behind him quickly then back in front of him again.

" No shit?" He asked.

" No shit. She found me in a homeless shelter when I was 14." She said. Daryl was shocked. He would have never guessed she had been homeless.

" Ain't got a real mom or dad?" He asked.

" Oh no, I did. I ran away from home though. My mom felt her drugs and men were more important than me and my dad liked me more than a dad should like his daughter so one day I had just had enough and I left. Carol was working at the shelter I ended up at. After a while, she and I got close. She went to my parents about giving me up and they were all to happy too." Daryl couldn't think of anything to say. They were more alike than he had thought.

" That fuckin sucks." He said softly. She laughed.

" Not really. Carol was an amazing mother to me. I adore her. My real mother was never a mother to me so when I came to Carol it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. See, things weren't always bad. When Ed lost his job is when things turned. That's when he started beating her but by than I was out of their house and in college. I tried for years to get her to leave but she just never did." Jillian said.

They fell silent for a few a while. They were looking around and listening. Jillian was looking for any signs of her sister, Daryl was thinking about his own fucked up childhood. He had kind of thought she had it easy her whole life. She had gone to college and he knew she had been a doctor before the outbreak. She talked well, used good grammar so he thought she had had an easy childhood but as it turned out, she was just as fucked up as he was.

" Can I ask you something?" She asked.

" What?" He asked.

" How come you're looking for my sister?" She asked the question but he didn't hear it.

He heard a loud hissing noise. He grabbed her thigh to silence her. He looked around for the source of the hissing and found the snake quickly. The horse spotted the snake at the same time Daryl did. The horse started to buck slightly. Jillian's arms went around his waist as he tried to steady the animal. She didn't cry out like other women would, she just buried herself into his back as he struggled. He would have been impressed if he hadn't been busy.

" Come on, mother fucker!" He hissed to the horse. The snake struck out and the horse reared up, sending them flying off it's back.

Daryl's back hit the ground and he heard her yell out to him as he started sliding down the slope. He tried to stop himself as he tumbled down. His head, back, his side, every part of him was being hit against the rocky slope. He could hear her yelling and knew she was running after him but he couldn't stop himself. The next thing he knew a searing pain went through his side as he hit the creek.

" Som of a bitch." He groaned as he rolled onto his back. Jillian was at his side in a heart beat. Her hands came to his face.

" Are you okay?" She asked quickly. He brought his hand to his side and pulled it away to find his blood. " It's an arrow. You landed on one of your arrows." She said as she started to rip his shirt. Daryl tried to raise his head. " Don't. Just keep your head still, okay?" She asked.

" How bad is it?" He asked as he stared at her face.

" It's not that bad. The arrow came into your back and is sticking out of your side but it didn't go in deep." She said as she touched his side. She looked at him after a few moments. " I have to pull it out."

" Gonna hurt." He said. She nodded.

" Yeah. It is." He sighed and closed his eyes.

" Do it." He said. He felt her hands leave him and she started moving around. When he opened his eyes, he saw her pulled her tee shirt off. She had a tight wife beater on under it. She set the shirt on his chest.

" I'm going to pull it out then use my shirt to control the bleeding. Then I'm going to check you to make sure you don't have a head or neck injury, okay?" She said. He nodded. " I'm really sorry for this." She said.

He felt her touch his side gently. Her small hands came to his back and side. He closed his eyes and mentally readied himself for the pain. He heard her sharp intake of breath a second before the pain intensified. His arm shot up and he grabbed her arm as his eyes flew open. He cursed and yelled, squeezing her tightly. She pulled the arrow the whole way out than tossed it away. She grabbed her shirt from his chest and held it against his wound.

" I'm sorry, Daryl." She said quickly. " I'm so sorry! There was nothing else I could do!"

" It's okay, it's okay." He said just as fast. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.

" Do you have pain anywhere else?" Jillian asked.

" Everywhere." Daryl said. He heard her moving around again and opened his eyes. She was taking a flashlight out of her bag.

" Hold my shirt against your side for me, okay?" She asked. He moved his hand and covered hers with it. She slipped her hand away and leaned up by his face. She brought her hand to his neck. " I'm going to check your eyes and feel around your neck. I need you to tell me if I touch anything that hurts, okay? If it looks like you don't have a head injury than we are going to get you out of the creek before I fix your side better."

One of her hands slipped around to the back of his neck. He felt as her fingers pressed against him. He looked at her face as she closed her eyes. She was counting to herself as her fingers worked down his neck slowly. He noticed she was bracing herself against him, one knee resting on his hip and her other hand against his chest. She opened her eyes and looked down at him.

" Your neck feels fine so I'm going to shine this light in your eyes quickly, okay?" She asked softly. He nodded. " I need you to focus on my eyes." She passed the light over both his eyes. She smiled than and he noticed she relaxed. Her hand wasn't clutching his chest as much. " Okay. Your pupils are reacting so that's a good thing. Let's get you out of the water so I check you over and fix your side."

He sighed but nodded. She pulled away and picked up her backpack. She put it on her shoulders than leaned down. He reached one hand out to her and she helped him to stand. He groaned and started to fall back but she grabbed him. She put one of his arms around her shoulders while her arms circled his waist. He leaned heavily on her as they stumbled over to a tree by the creek bed. Jillian turned them so he could put his back against it and she helped him to sit down.