A/N: Hi everyone! I'm back with chapter 3!

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My Angel, my Savior

Chapter 3 : I ain't anybody's bitch

When I returned from my run with Michonne and Carl, I knew that once Daryl would lay his eyes on me, hell would rise and double over. I tried to prepare myself mentally for it.

I met Morgan on the run and that meeting resulted in me almost being stabbed through the heart.

Daryl really wasn't going to like it.

My hunch had been right. As soon as we entered the courtyard, I saw Daryl and most of the others walk towards us. I got out of the car and as soon as I did, my hunter made a beeline for me. His panicked eyes were on my wound and he hastily pried my shirt apart with shaking hands to get a look at it.

"It's just a graze," I said in weak defense, knowing I wasn't fooling him.

We both knew it had been a close call.

Daryl glared at me, though under his anger burned a boiling worry. It was clear as day.

"Just a graze my ass! Hershel!" Daryl yelled, completely panicked and not trying to hide it at all.

Everyone else's attention was soon on us and I sighed. When I saw Daryl look frantically around for Hershel, completely panicked, I grabbed his arm gently, regaining his attention.

"Daryl, there's really no need for this. I'm fine," I tried again, only to have Daryl jerk away from my grasp and make his way hastily towards the prison.

"Hershel!" He tried again, and this time, the old man emerged from the prison, helped by Maggie.

"What's going on?" He exclaimed as he slowly approached.

Daryl met him halfway and anxiously pointed at me.

"Rick's wounded. He was stabbed," Daryl said, trying to keep the panic at bay in his voice.

Now it was Hershel's turn to throw me a worried glance. He joined me, Daryl on his heels. His eyes roamed over my wound and I sighed again.

"Really, it's no big deal," I said tiredly.

This earned me a vicious glare from Daryl that made me cringe. He was truly worried about me and I felt bad for putting him in that state. It's what pushed my surrender.

"Alright, alright. Let's have a look at it, then," I abdicated, which made Daryl visibly relax.

Hershel threw us a curious look, but he soon turned around and motioned towards the prison with a tilt of his head.

"Let's go inside first so I can get my supplies," the old man said.

I nodded and followed Hershel into the prison, Daryl at my side. I didn't dare try to ease him, sensing that Daryl wouldn't be much for a conversation until my wound was taken care of.

As soon as we arrived at Hershel's cell, Daryl pushed me inside, and his hands still on my shoulders, he forced me to sit on the cot. Hershel threw him another curious look that Daryl ignored as he left the cell, but began pacing outside of it, throwing us anxious gazes from time to time.

Looking at Hershel, I could see he was finding Daryl's attitude peculiar, but he said nothing about it. Instead, the farmer began treating my wound in silence. He didn't ask me how I got wounded. It didn't surprise me; Hershel never used to pry into anybody's business.

While Hershel worked on my wound, I observed Daryl closely. He was pacing back and forth in front of the cell, and he was biting on his thumbnail. I recognized that as a sign of his nervousness a long time ago.

After some time, his pacing seemed to unnerve the farmer since he turned around to look at Daryl and said in a kind tone; "Daryl, why don't you go help the others unpack the car? I got it under control here."

Daryl stopped his pacing and frowned, obviously disliking the idea of leaving me out of his sight. His eyes shifted from Hershel to me and I saw uncertainty shining in them. To reassure him, I smiled softly at him and nodded, silently telling him to go along and that I'd see him later, that I'd be fine whether he stayed or not.

Daryl sighed in slight annoyance and departed reluctantly. As soon as he was gone, Hershel resumed patching my wound.

After a moment, his voice broke the silence; "I've never seen Daryl being so worried over anyone else before, not even Carol."

I tensed a little when I heard those words. I knew Hershel would pick up on something because of Daryl's strong reaction. He was clever and he immediately knew it was an unusual reaction for the hunter.

I just wasn't prepared for anyone to know yet.

I slowly met Hershel's caring eyes, but I didn't say anything. I think my gaze told him what he wanted to know anyway. A light of understanding shone in his eyes and he smiled just before returning his gaze on his working hands.

"It's good to see him so open to someone. He's always so lonely," he commented quietly, to make sure that no one else would hear our conversation.

I smiled fondly then, relieved to hear no judgment or resentment in Hershel's voice.

"Yeah, it is," I replied simply, and a comfortable silence fell over us.

It only took Hershel a few more minutes to patch me up. Once he was done, he gently squeezed my shoulder.

"You're good to go now. You should go to Daryl; show him that you're fine before he begins climbing up the walls," the farmer joked fondly.

It made me chuckle. I straightened my ruined shirt back up and thanked Hershel before departing in search of Daryl. I walked down the hallways leading to the courtyard, and while I did so, I hoped that while helping the others unpack the car, Daryl didn't see the crossbow Michonne had found at Morgan's place. I wanted to give it to him myself.

The answer to my question came faster than I'd thought. I wasn't even halfway to the courtyard when I heard Daryl's voice coming from somewhere ahead. I frowned when I noted the anger in his voice that kept getting louder and louder. He seemed to be arguing with someone.

I quickened my step and I soon emerged in the communal area. I stopped dead in my tracks when I took in what was happening. Merle and Daryl were arguing loudly, almost in each other's faces. From where I was, I could clearly see my hunter's face and he was pissed off like I'd never seen him before.

Daryl didn't see me yet and he kept on yelling at Merle as he pushed him harshly out of his face; "Fuck ya, Merle! It ain't none of yer business! I ain't takin' any shit like this from ya again!"

Merle snickered maniacally.

"Hey, hey, no need to get yer panties in a twist, Darlyna. I'm just askin'. So ya do have some balls left after all. Ya didn't give 'em all to yer buddy Rick," the older Dixon insinuated in a mocking tone.

I saw all colors drain from my hunter's face. He grew stiff and warily glared at his brother for a few seconds, but anger quickly came back, distorting his features.

"The hell yer talkin' about?!" Daryl yelled, ready to start a fight with his asshole of a brother.

Merle grinned in return, and his calm façade pissed Daryl off even more.

"I'm talkin' about ya actin' like Rick's little bitch," the elder Dixon replied, and this time, my heart began to beat faster in my chest.

Silence fell over us then, and my brain furiously debated on what I just heard. Did Merle know about me and Daryl or was he just saying hateful things to get under his brother's skin?

Daryl quickly regained his composure and glared at his brother.

"I ain't nobody's bitch," he spat out with an hatred so deep it gave me chills.

There was something deep there, something unnamed; memories that were linked to that concept and I didn't like the sound of it one bit.

The way Daryl looked and sounded right now made me think he was put in that position once before, and the sheer thought made a blind rage fill me.

Merle took a menacing step towards his little brother, but Daryl stayed there, not recoiling in front of Merle's larger frame advancing on him.

"It sure as hell doesn't look like it! I bet ya that if officer friendly was to tell ya to bend over for him, ya'd do it in a heartbeat!" Merle exclaimed with a voice filled with hatred and disgust.

Daryl reacted so quickly that I didn't have time to react. He threw himself at his brother in blind rage. His fist met Merle's jaw so hard it cracked loudly. The elder Dixon's head swung around under the strength of the blow.

"Shut the hell up!" Daryl yelled, completely out of his mind with anger.

Merle slowly straightened up and a dangerous glint appeared in his eyes. I knew right then that I had to stop this before it got too far, before someone got seriously injured. I bolted in the room and reached the brothers just when Daryl was about to hit Merle again. I didn't think twice before putting myself between them to separate them.

"Whoa, whoa, Daryl, calm down!" I pleaded with my hunter, but I might as well have been talking to a deaf man.

Daryl didn't even look at me. He tried to make for Merle again, but I grabbed him and kept him at bay. It didn't stop Daryl from trying, though. He twisted in my arms and I cursed as he made it terribly hard to keep a hold on him. Merle, on the other hand, was laughing maniacally while he rubbed at his sore jaw.

"Whoa, Darlyna, I didn't know ya had it in ya! Did I hit a raw nerve?" he teased, which only fueled Daryl's anger.

I turned my head around to glare at Merle and tell him to shut up, but that was a mistake. Daryl used that slight moment of inattention on my part to push me aside and jump at his brother again.

Both brothers fell to the ground and fists and curses flew within seconds. I tried to separate them, but there was no way I could do it alone. Fortunately for me, some of the others were near and heard the commotion. Soon, Glenn, Carol and Maggie were rushing to separate the two bickering brothers.

With their help, I managed to finally do it. Glenn and Maggie were keeping a fuming Merle with a bleeding nose away while Carol and I had trouble retaining Daryl, who had received a fist on his cheek that reopened the wound he got in Woodbury, making it bleed badly.

I tried to meet Daryl's burning eyes, but he wouldn't look at me. I grabbed his shoulders in a tight hold and shook him.

"Daryl!" I exclaimed strongly and his blue eyes finally snapped on me.

As soon as they did, they softened a little and I finally loosened my grip, my eyes pleading my hunter to stop trying to get at his brother.

Daryl's gaze filled with pain and he shook himself free from my grasp, only to swiftly turn on his heels and make his escape from the room.

"Daryl!" I called after him, but it was no use.

He was already gone.

"Hey, don't ya dare walk away from me, baby brother!" Merle yelled angrily, and it was enough to fuel my own anger.

I turned around to face Merle, who was still held back by Maggie and Glenn. I walked to him and violently pushed him backwards.

"Hey, what gives?!" Merle exclaimed angrily.

I glared at him.

"Would you shut up? I don't know what's keeping me from kicking you out of here right now!" I snarled angrily.

Merle smirked and I wanted so damn much to rip it off his face.

"Stop wastin' yer breath, officer friendly. I'm here to stay whether ya like it or not," he replied.

"We'll see about that," I replied coldly before turning around and exiting the room too, going in search of Daryl.

I didn't know where he went, but I had a feeling he might be somewhere in particular. I needed to get to him as soon as I could to calm him down. He was upset, more than I ever remembered seeing him apart from that time he thought Merle was dead. I couldn't leave him alone in that state, unless he wanted to be.

I swiftly departed towards cell block D, hoping I'd find Daryl there.

When I arrived in the other cell block, at first I heard nothing but silence. However, when I began walking down the hallway where the cells where situated, I heard a faint sound coming from somewhere ahead. I kept going in that direction and soon left the cells to emerge into the communal area, the same one where I found Daryl the other night.

Daryl was sitting against the far wall of the room, repeatedly planting his knife aggressively into the floor. His head was hanging low and I couldn't see his face. Worried, I hastily made my way to my hunter.

When he heard me approach, Daryl quickly jerked his head up and his troubled, pained eyes met mine.

The haunting emotions I could read in them made my heart squeeze painfully in my chest. I couldn't bear to see them any longer. I took a step towards Daryl when he suddenly got up and his back hit the wall behind him. He avoided my eyes and it worried me.

"Daryl? What happened with Merle?" I asked gently, not daring taking any steps towards him again.

The last thing I wanted to do was scare him away.

He began fidgeting, but he never answered me. It hurt me deeply, and even though I knew I shouldn't rush him, this was too serious to pass up. I couldn't let Daryl suffer alone when it was clear the conversation he just had with his brother had been about me from the start.

I crossed the distance that separated us and Daryl made a movement to get away, but I was quicker. My hands caught the sides of his face and kept him there.

I leaned my forehead against his and whispered near his lips; "Please don't shut me out, Daryl. Please."

Daryl opened his lips to speak, but his words got caught in his throat. He seemed totally beyond himself, and I did the only think I could think off to try and calm him.

My arms slowly wrapped around him, giving him the time to back away if he wanted to. However, he didn't. I brought him into the safe haven of my arms and he went willingly, pressing himself against me as closely as he possibly could.

One of my hands rose to caress his hair softly and I felt Daryl bury his face in my neck in response. I closed my eyes and leaned my cheek against his hair, trying to ignore the faint shaking of my hunter's body.

I kept him cradled in my arms for as long as he needed it. I stayed silent, knowing now was not the time to ask him again about his confrontation with Merle. Not until he would have calmed down, at least.

After what felt like a long time, Daryl slowly untangled himself from my embrace. As soon as he did, I gently grabbed his forearms and worriedly sought his gaze. Daryl met mine and flashed me one of his half-smiles.

"Sorry, man. 'M fine now," he muttered with slight embarrassment.

I smiled gently at my hunter and ran a hand soothingly in his soft hair.

"Good. Do you want to talk about what happened with Merle? It's okay if you don't," I prodded gently, giving Daryl the choice to speak or not. Pushing him into anything was always a bad idea.

Daryl's jaw clenched tightly and anger burned in his eyes.

I felt bad for asking him and was about to tell him to forget it – no matter how badly I wanted to know what had started the fight – when Daryl talked in a snapping and angry tone; "He was bein' an asshole. He wanted to know what was goin' on 'tween ya and me."

I felt my heart speed up at those words. So Merle knew something was going on. He didn't know what yet, but if we weren't cautious, he would soon.

"And what did you say?" I asked, keeping my anxiety hidden away.

Daryl shrugged dismissively and cast his angry gaze on the ground.

"Nothin'. I couldn't tell him the truth. Then he began assumin' things and I blew up," Daryl explained, filling me up on what happened before I arrived.

I felt just a little relieved that Merle wasn't aware yet of our relationship. I feared that if he came to know, maybe Daryl would back down and stop it before it even properly began. I also feared what Merle would do to Daryl if he learned of it.

I pushed those fears away for now and focused on Daryl, who I noticed seemed anxious about something else, something he did not tell me. There was pain and shame shining in his blue eyes.

"There's somethin' else bothering you though, right? I know you; you normally wouldn't pay that much attention to Merle's words," I prodded gently, and clearly saw the pain shining in those eyes deepen with my words.

Daryl began shifting from feet to feet and avoided my gaze.

"I… it's nothin', forget it," he whispered, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

Whatever he was keeping in was something serious and I felt a twinge of disappointment because he didn't want to tell me. However, I understood that some things took time to tell, and some things were to stay in the dark forever.

Some memories were too painful to tell and I had to respect that, no matter how badly I wanted to know everything about him.

So instead of insisting, I reached for Daryl's face and gently traced Daryl's reopened wound with my fingers in a soothing caress. My eyes got clouded with a mix of anger and worry.

"He hurt you pretty bad there," I whispered, my eyes glued to his split cheek.

"It's nothin' I can't handle," Daryl replied with a tired sigh.

It made me smile sadly.

"I know. I just don't like seeing you hurt," I admitted quietly, my words merely a whisper in the quiet room.

Daryl didn't answer. Instead, his eyes lowered on the bloody spot on my shirt. He lifted a hand and carefully covered my wound with it. His eyebrows creased in worry.

"How's your wound?" He asked quietly.

I smiled fondly and covered Daryl's hand with my own.

"It's fine. Hershel patched me up and sent me on my way. You can stop worrying now," I replied in a gentle tone.

Daryl nodded and his hand left my chest, leaving a cold and hollow feeling in its place.

"Good," he replied with relief.

Silence fell over us then, a silence that I was itching to break with a question I'd been dying to ask Daryl since we started going out. We had rushed into our relationship, and some things had been left unsaid.

I needed to get it off my chest, so I asked with slight hesitation after a moment; "Daryl… there's something I've been meaning to ask you."

Daryl's eyes bore in mine then, and I discerned slight apprehension in them. Daryl undoubtedly feared what I wanted to ask.

"What is it?" He asked cautiously.

I sighed nervously, and finally asked in a quiet whisper, avoiding my hunter's eyes as I did so; "Are you… ashamed of us? I just – I just can't shake the feeling that maybe I pushed you into this, that in the end you didn't really want to – "

My sentence was cut short when I was slapped behind the head. I hissed in pain and rubbed at the sore spot. My wide eyes met Daryl's angry ones. He was really pissed off, and I had trouble finding out why.

"Ye're really stupid sometimes Rick!" he said with a hint of outrage in his voice.

His outburst destabilized me. More than the outrage, there was also pain etched in his features. I didn't know how to react.

"Daryl, I – " I began, but Daryl cut me once more.

"Let me finish, would ya? Do ya really think I ain't serious about this? That I'd risk Merle discoverin' I'm letting ya fuck me if it was just a fling?" He exclaimed with a hurt voice.

He was hurt that I doubted his motives and I wanted to hit myself for it. I never should have doubted him, never. I didn't know anyone more honest than Daryl. I was such an idiot.

Daryl must have seen the guilt showing on my face, because his expression softened and the next words that left his lips were soft-spoken.

"If Merle knew about this, he'd probably gut me alive. He thinks it's wrong. I don't know if it's wrong or not, but it feels right, so I don't care," Daryl admitted softly.

Those words made a huge weight leave my shoulders. I felt really stupid for doubting Daryl now, but I was relieved I asked him. Now I knew he was truly serious and that I'd been worrying for nothing.

I stepped closer to Daryl and gently embraced him. He let me do as I pleased and pressed closer to me with a barely audible sigh of contentment.

"I'm sorry for doubting you," I whispered against his ear, making him shiver. Daryl relaxed in my arms and returned my embrace, almost snuggling against me much like a cat would do.

"I can't blame ya. I know I ain't the most talkative when it comes to these things. I also ain't really used to this relationship thing, so…" Daryl admitted with a hint of embarrassment what I already doubted when we slept together the other day.

I felt incredibly honored that Daryl chose me as his first lover. If there was something I was grateful for, this was it.

A peaceful smile appeared on my lips.

"It's okay. I'm just glad you told me. I won't doubt you again, I promise. I guess I just can't believe how lucky I am that you want to be with me," I revealed in a quiet whisper.

Daryl snorted softly against my chest and I could feel his face burning up, surely from embarrassment. Just thinking that I embarrassed Daryl made me smile with happiness.

"I ain't anything special, ya know," Daryl replied with embarrassment.

I pushed him away enough to see his face and when our eyes met, I smiled fondly at him and cupped his face in my hands. Daryl didn't move from there, and didn't try to get my hands of him. He merely stared silently into my eyes.

"Oh, you are. You just don't know it," I whispered lovingly against my hunter's lips.

It was such a shame that Daryl couldn't see in himself what I saw in him. He was fierce, loyal, compassionate, devoted, handsome, he was everything I needed and craved.

He was perfection.

Daryl's magnificent blue eyes shone brightly with many emotions. He didn't let me the time to decipher them, though, as his lips met mine in a surprisingly hungry kiss. I wasn't about to complain of his initiative, though. Instead, I returned the kiss, tasting my hunter's lips like a thirsty man in need of water.

I gently captured him in my embrace and sighed in delight when Daryl's arms rose to circle my neck while he pressed himself closer to me.

Before long, I was losing myself in his scent, his taste, the feel of his hands and lips. I craved the intimacy he was offering me, and the temptation was soon too hard to resist.

I slowly backed Daryl against one of the tables. My hands found his thighs and I lifted him onto the table.

Our lips parted in time for him to gasp when I gently pried his legs apart to settle between them.

His incredible heat overwhelmed me, made me unable to think, unable to do anything but feel. Feel the way Daryl was shaking against me, feel the heat of those strong thighs encasing my hips tightly, feel the softness of those heavenly lips moving against mine with frantic need, feel the roughness of those calloused hands making their way under my shirt to feel the skin of my back…

I was completely intoxicated.

My hands and lips grew frantic, eager to find naked skin. My hands found and caressed the burning skin of Daryl's stomach and sides, while my lips took solace on his neck. His scent and presence overwhelmed me, and the soft sighs of pleasure he uttered drove me crazy with want.

Suddenly, Daryl gasped and jerked his head quickly around. I followed his gaze back around to the entrance of the room, but saw nothing there. I looked at Daryl and saw the frown decorating his brow.

"Daryl? What's wrong?" I asked, a little too breathless.

Daryl's eyes never left the entrance even as he answered; "I thought I heard somethin'."

I looked again, my heart beating madly against my ribcage as I feared someone had followed us. Silence fell over us and my eyes didn't catch any movement. I relaxed, thinking Daryl had surely imagined it.

"Must have been a rat or somethin'," Daryl muttered, his eyes still hesitant.

I turned his face back around and stole a kiss from his lips.

When we parted, I whispered near them; "There's no one there, Daryl. Just us."

He didn't seem convinced at first, but when I resumed lovingly kissing him, he relaxed in my embrace and let himself go. He gave himself over to me and I could never put into words how it made me feel each time he did.

Our hands resumed their burning caresses, and our bodies pressed together to enjoy whatever the other had to offer. But no matter how much we took, we gave, it wasn't enough.

The hesitancy, shyness and awkwardness Daryl had shown the first time we made love wasn't there anymore. He knew what he wanted, and he knew how to ask it of me.

I wasn't about to deny it to him.

His hands were eager in their exploring, and mine followed the movements until we could properly feel the other completely, without the barrier of clothes. I couldn't help but admire Daryl all over again as my hands and lips rediscovered his body once more, claiming him all over again.

As our caresses grew more frantic, soft whispers and moans filled the silent room. The sounds Daryl was making were the sweetest melody I ever heard. That combined with the way his body was moving alluringly against my own was driving me crazy with desire.

Daryl sensed my eagerness. He broke our current heated kiss and climbed down from the table, only to turn around and brace himself on the table. He leaned forward and looked at me over his shoulder, and his burning gaze spoke of his own eagerness.

I gave him what he wanted, what we both wanted, craved and needed. I moved closer until I could feel nothing other than his heated skin and gently took what was being offered to me.

When I met some resistance and a stifled whimper of pain, my hand found one of Daryl's hands clutching the table tightly.

I lovingly entwined our fingers and whispered in my hunter's ear; "Open up for me…"

A shaky intake of breath and a violent shiver was all that I earned in answer, but Daryl obeyed and soon, he relaxed, allowing me to completely claim what he was offering to me.

From then on, it was a one-way ticket into sin, passion, lust, and love.

I burned that moment in my memory, never to be forgotten. It was different from the first time, less careful, more rough, but just as sweet. Daryl was so responsive under me, meeting each of my movements with his hips and quietly asking for more, and I drowned in him all over again.

Hi breathless moans urged me on, making me pick up my speed to bring us both to completion. Daryl was like my sweet, sweet addiction. Everything about him made me sink faster and faster into oblivion.

Sensations overwhelmed me. It was almost too much to bear. The pleasure I felt was so strong that it was nearly painful. I was delirious with it. I needed more.

When Daryl sank further and further against the table, with a hand on his hip I gently brought my hunter's back against my chest once more and buried my face in his sweaty neck while I picked up a faster rhythm.

My efforts awarded me with a sharp buck of Daryl's hips and a heated, needy whisper of my name. This aroused me like never before. Daryl looked so hot and desirable right now; his lean body arched deliciously against mine, glistening under the light of the setting sun; his breathless moans and whispers of my name, a delicious music to my ears; the eager movements of his hips, proof enough of his desire and needs...

Everything about him made my self-control and my sanity slip dangerously away from me.

Daryl was going to be the death of me.

When he reached the pinnacle of his pleasure, I watched as Daryl's back arched up in bliss against me. He muffled his scream of rapture against his arm and I bit down on his neck to smother mine as I followed him into the throes of passion.

When it was all over, I collapsed exhaustingly on the harsh floor, pulling Daryl along with me. I kept his back against my chest and rubbed my nose affectionately in his hair now damp with sweat. Daryl hummed softly in response, pushing further in my arms.

We merely laid there in silence, content and satisfied. Words weren't needed then; they would only spoil our moment of peace.

My free hand began mindless circles on Daryl's hip and I heard my hunter sigh softly in response, pushing even closer to me.

I smiled against his hair and my heart got filled with fondness towards my hunter. This simple moment where we just lied there in each other's arms was so perfect and meaningful that my lips longed to say the three words I knew I now felt towards him. I longed to, but I didn't say them, because I knew their implication would possibly scare Daryl. I just hoped that he knew how I felt anyways.

I loved him with all my heart and I hoped deep down, he knew how much he meant to me.

Daryl slowly turned his face around to face me and our eyes met. His blue eyes were still raw with emotions and feelings and their intensity and the vulnerability I read in them made my heart jump in my chest.

I couldn't describe what happened in that moment, what transpired through those lovely blue eyes; it was just something I felt. It was warmth, love, trust, loyalty, need, and so much more. It was so overwhelming that I felt myself moved to tears.

My hand found the back of my hunter's neck and I brought him in until our lips met in a sweet, loving kiss.

Daryl gave easily into the kiss, and we slowly moved our lips together in a kiss that was much more meaningful than any heated kiss we ever shared.

I breathed in his sweet scent, drank his soft sigh of contentment. This was home. This was something I could never bear to lose.

And as we broke the kiss and I leaned my forehead against my love's, closing my eyes, I swore to myself that I'd do everything in my power to never lose Daryl.

I couldn't bear to lose him. Not anymore.

A/N: Here you go for chapter 3!

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