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Chapter 4
"Can I have my clothes back?" Daryl asked watching as Carol who was across the room sitting curled in a chair did not seem in the least surprised that he was awake.
"My goodness Daryl, you have quite the ego to think I was deliberately without holding your clothes." Carol said not looking up from her book. "They are beside you on the chair." She said nodding to his things.
"I don't think like that I .." He sputtered.
"Why not?" She asked.
"Why not what?" He was incredibly confused. She seemed to have that effect on him more than anyone else his whole life.
"Why, don't you think like that? You don't know me maybe I am taking pleasure in keeping your clothing just out of your reach." She grinned as she kept reading.
"You just said you weren't." He muttered.
"Sorry to break it to you sweetheart but people lie." She said quirking her brows and turning the page of her book calmly.
"You said I must have a big ego." He was all but pouting now. Jesus Christ what the hell was wrong with him she had him turning around in circles just to go around again.
"Why is it a bad thing to know you're own worth." She asked.
"I didn't you did." He growled annoyed now.
She looked up from her book calmly and smiled at him serenely like she didn't have a care in the world. "You're the one who let it bother you. You're a handsome man Daryl. Being aware of that is not a bad thing. As long as it doesn't make you an assbutt." She smiled and went back to her book.
His face flamed at her calling him handsome. She had in a tailspin like he was 15 years old. He growled "Can I get dressed or not?"
Carol bit her lip and turned a new page. "I don't know...can you?"
He stared up at the ceiling in growing frustration. He needed to go to the bathroom and it was becoming more of a pressing need.
"If you need to go to the bathroom, you could just say so. Isn't there a book or something 'Everybody pees' it's not like it's just you." She said coming over to him.
"Poops."
"Well yes everybody does that too, but I don't need to know that. You can be discreet about what number." She said peeling back the blankets at his feet and putting a soft pair of pyjama pants over his feet, hauling them up as far as she could and then letting him pull them the rest of the way up.
"No...that's the name of the book." He growled.
"Really I thought it was pees." She said pulling the blanket from his lap when he had the pants covering him. "But I guess if you read it you would know." She said.
"I ain't never said I read it. Sweet lord." He puffed and stopped when she giggled "You've been shitting me this whole time?"He asked incredulously and she laughed even harder.
"Bad choice of words." She said between laughs.
"Lady I just gotta piss." He growled in frustration.
"Alright, Alright hold your horses handsome." She said. "Can you swing your legs over the edge of the bed?"
Daryl braced himself to swing his legs shocked at how weak they actually were. "What the fuck?" He huffed out as he wobbled perched on the end of the bed.
She quickly stepped into the v formed by his legs, her hands coming down to his shoulders to steady him.
He wasn't flinching he realized, she had her hands running across his shoulders and all he could think about was how good it felt. "Go easy Hunter, there are no Hell hounds chasing you down." She said.
"No, just a sassy witch?" He muttered in question. He sighed his forehead resting on her stomach. Damn her hands was definitely working magic on his back.
She snorted "I can assure you, I don't practice the dark arts. Care to try again?" She asked. "Or would you like to attempt to make it to the bathroom?"
He sighed standing up her hands steadying him, looking down into her beautiful face. "Man's gotta do what a man's do." He said softly.
She shifted and brought her shoulder under his arm as they started the slow walk to the bathroom. He almost didn't hear her when she spoke softly.
"That's what I'm scared of."