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Daryl awakes. Where is he? What the hell happened?

The first thing he becomes aware of is the heart melting pain in his side. It feels like he is being stabbed. Numerous times.

"Daryl? You awake, son?'' His eyes are open but he can't see anything. He recognizes the voice. Hershel Greene. What an old hoot.

Daryl lets out a groan in response. The white dots in his vision begin to fade as he sees a grey celling above him. He also realizes he isn't on the cold pavement anymore. He feels the warmth from the wool beneath him. He is in a bed?

"Wh-What happened?'' Daryl chokes out with a raspier voice than usual.

The old doctor sighs and looks at the man with piercing eyes.

"Daryl, you were stabbed in your side. We were hoping you could tell us the rest" He replies slowly.

Daryl looks back up at the ceiling, closing his eyes. He tries to remember the moments before all the pain...

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Damn, Nothing.

He must have fallen asleep, because he feels a small jolt at his right leg. There sits Hershel with worry in his eyes.

"Don't fall asleep on me son, We need to expect any other injuries. We mostly got the bleeding from your wound stopped but we need to see any more damage.'' The old doctor says sternly.

"We?'' Daryl rasps but just then, Rick, Glenn, and T-Dog enter the cell. T-Dog looks at the floor. He can't stand the sight of what he sees before him.

Daryl really does look awful. His face is ashen, no color left in him. Sweat covering his brow.

"Hey, Daryl. How do you feel? How much do you hurt?" Rick speaks up.

Daryl opens his mouth to respond but instead, a harsh coughing fit, leading to him passing out.

"Shit!" Rick shouts as he sees Daryl go limp.

Glenn runs out of the cell. He probably can't see this, with his weak stomach.

Rick has Glenn gather everyone into the eating area of the prison. He stands before all of the survivors he has been through so much with. Rick takes a deep breathe. You can tell that everyone's eyes filled with worry and concern for their fallen friend.

"Daryl is alive." Rick finally finds the words to say.

Sighs of relief and muffled sobs are heard throughout the group. The loudest sob comes from Carol. Of course... Carol.

"Carol was just in time. For that we thank her." Rick applauds Carol for her heroic work.

If she hadn't been concerned enough to go after Daryl after he had taken off into the prison, she would have never found him. He would be dead.

Carol smiles as silent tears stream down her skinny face.

"The thing is... he lost a lot of blood. We are surprised he's alive. He's lost enough blood that would usually kill someone." Rick says, "He need a blood transfusion."

"What blood type does he have?" a voice from the crowd says...Beth.

"We aren't sure. Once he wakes up we will ask him" Rick ends the conversation by nodding his head and leaving down the hall, towards Daryl cell block.

He awakes, once more.

He is alone this time. He has the space and time to contemplate the pain and the agony he is in.

His thoughts run quickly across his mind. What happened? Who stabbed me? What else is wrong with me? Why do I feel so weak? Who saved me? Where's Carol? Carol... Carol? Did she save me? I... I could feel her warmth. The safe, comforting feeling I get when I'm around her... She... She saved me.

Daryl would have never admitted this out loud. Just as more thoughts raced in his mind, Rick's face pops in the door way of Daryl's cell.

"Hey, You're awake."

Daryl just nods. He has no energy left.

"Daryl, whats your blood type.

No answer...

"Daryl? Daryl! Listen!"

No response...

"Daryl! Whats your blood type?!" Rick is shouting now.

Still no answer...

Rick is now terrified. Daryl's eyes are open, but he's not doing anything else.

He heard the clomps of Hershel's crutches coming hurriedly up the hall. Followed by Glenn and Maggie.

"Rick?" Maggie asks as she peeks over Rick's shoulder to see Daryl.

"He's not responding!" Rick explains shortly.

Maggie leaves Glenn's side as her and her dad begin their work on Daryl. Maggie grabs his wrist and times his pulse, While Hershel shines a light in his eyes.

After a couple of intense minutes, Maggie and Hershel stand up and walk over to Rick.

"Well?" Rick asks unsteadily.

"He is going into minor shock." Hershel replies

Rick bites his lip.

"Dam nit!" He whispers.

A couple hours later, they suspect him to be dead. He has lost too much blood, there was no way he could last the night.

"R-ick" a raspy voice echoes through the dark halls of the prison.

Everyone eating dinner at the table turn towards the hall in shock. He's alive?

Rick grabs a lantern to light his way through the hallway. He takes off in a sprint into Daryl's cell. He sees Daryl... Alive... Breathing... Out of Shock..

Rick falls into shock for a second. After a slight moan from the other man, it snaps Rick out of his trance.

"Daryl! I need to know your blood type." Rick urgently asks.

"uh... I-I'm O-O Negative."

Rick gasps with shock.

Hershel comes in to see squatted next to a still Daryl.

"Is he passed?" Hershel asks

"No, he's alive...He needs O- blood." Rick rasps.

With that, Hershel crutched out of the room.

The survivors waiting at the table look up as they see Hershel enter.

"Anyone have O- Negative Blood?"

Thanks for reading! Thats all for now! I'm trying to spice things up a bit ;) AHH Cliff Hangers :3 Update Soon! TBC