A/N: Hey all! I'm trying not to get too bummed out because I feel like this story isn't getting very many reviews or follows that it's not very good. But like I read in a few reviews; sometimes people read just don't review. Which is okay! But please, if you feel up to it drop me a review! Who doesn't love reviews and likes to hear how bad and/or good they're doing? Lol. Anyway, I really enjoyed writing this chapter for some reason. I hope you all enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead, Robert Kirkman...thanks go out to you.
The sounds around her continued to fade in and out, she blinked a few times trying to focus.
Her mind was foggy and she was so…tired.
She felt herself going under again, unable to fight it.
The memories that replayed in her subconscious were like little specks of light.
A Sheriff's hat, the sound of a sweet baby's coo, and a tattered set of wings…she tried to make sense of these unfamiliar things…the imagines only distorting and fading away as her mind tried to analyze everything.
What a strange dream...Her thoughts echoed in the emptiness of her mind.
She tried to ignore the confusion and the pain when she imagined the tattered wings once again.
The image had some sort of a meaning.
It illuminated so much light and warmth inside of her she wanted to snatch up the wings and leave this dream before they were gone forever.
She took a step forward reaching a hand out to grab them, and to her shock they were gone just as quickly as they had appeared.
Just like that the warmth was gone and she was enveloped in a painful cold.
Beth's eyes snapped open, she tried to push herself up in the very uncomfortable bed she was in.
She looked down at her arms and noticed an I.V. in her left arm.
Feeling the sheer pain in her bones, she began tearing the tape off of the needle embedded in the top of her hand when a rough hand gently grabbed hers.
"Whoa whoa…you need that." The voice was strange and unfamiliar, which only frightened Beth more.
She had no idea who this person was and where the hell she was at.
She slapped his hand away, looking up at the man who wore glasses and a Doctor's coat.
Her eyes were wild with fear and alarm….what the hell?
Her eyes examined the room.
This wasn't her bedroom, where was Daddy? Where were Patricia and Otis? Where were Jimmy and Maggie?
"Who are you? Where's my Daddy?" She spoke in a quick, panicked tone reaching for the I.V. in her hand once again.
"Listen to me; My name is Dr. Edwards and I need you to answer a few questions for me. But first I need you to calm down." Dr. Edwards held his hands up in surrender, hoping she understood that he meant no harm.
Beth stared at the Doctor for a good ten minutes, he stayed in the same position and she didn't move from the bed.
"Alright…alright, I'm-I'm listening." She muttered softly, finally deciding to give this man a chance to explain things to her.
It's not like she had anyone around who could help piece together what was going on for her.
"What's your name?" He asked taking a seat next to her bed.
"My name is Beth, Beth Greene." She confirmed.
The doctor grabbed the small notepad from the upper front pocket of his coat.
He jotted something down.
"That's very good." He said.
"Do you know what day it is Beth? Better yet, do you remember the last event that took place?"
Beth crumpled up the sheets with her fists, furrowing her brows in thought.
She gasped, nearly jumping out of the hospital bed.
"There was a boy, he had been shot. Is he alright? Did he make it? Why am I here? Did something happen to me?" She rambled, the alarm rising in her voice once again.
Dr. Edwards did his best to calm her, guiding her to lie back down in her bed slowly.
Carol wasn't sure how long Beth had been asleep.
The days turned into weeks, the weeks into months and still her eyes had remained closed.
She stood in the doorway, and covered her mouth in utter shock before the gasp could escape.
Dr. Edwards gave Beth a sedative to get her to relax, and then turned toward Carol who remained in the doorway.
He stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind them.
Carol tried to get another glimpse at Beth.
"How long had she been awake?" Carol asked anxiously.
"Just a few minutes ago, luckily I was in there to calm her. The last event she remembers is some boy who had been shot." Dr. Edwards said.
Carol closed her eyes, trying to fight the tears.
"She's talking about Carl, before things got real bad…he was shot and Rick found himself on Hershel's farm begging the man to help his son…Hershel was Beth's father." Carol replayed that time in her mind, unsure of how she should feel right now.
Beth remembered nothing of the terrible things she had been through, and Carol was left wondering how she was going to tell her.
So far it seemed like she had no memories of the fire on her farm, the prison they made their home, and the Governor of Woodbury destroying that along with killing her father right before her eyes.
The girl was so young, and had witnessed such terrible things in this new world; this dreadful world. Carol didn't want to devastate her all over again.
Carol sighed, letting the tears slip from her eyes.
"How am I supposed to tell that girl that her father is dead? How am I supposed to relive that all over again?" Carol said out loud.
It was more of a question for herself than for Dr. Edwards.
"What other choice do you have? She needs to be prepared for the world out there again." He spoke softly.
"That is unless you plan on staying in this Hospital forever."
"Oh god and Daryl…" Carol thought about the fact that Beth more than likely didn't remember any of them, not even Daryl or the months she spent surviving with him…Carol knew he cared about Beth, no telling how relived or hurt he'd be.
Beth didn't even remember this hospital or being shot, that was probably the best thing to forget out of everything.
"Do you know when the sedative will wear off?" Carol folded her arms across her chest, looking through the small window of the hospital room door at the blonde haired girl.
"An hour or two, you can leave with her whenever you see fit…but I should warn you that the city is crawling with walkers….breaking her in may be best before you leave, otherwise you'll just get her killed." He said to Carol before turning and heading down the hallway to see to the rest of the recovering patients that were too injured to leave the hospital.
Daryl stared down at the cross they made out of two old white fence posts.
The paint was chipped and worn.
He felt like this poor excuse for a grave wasn't enough.
Beth deserved better, she deserved to be alive.
He stood very still; the group was silent waiting for Daryl to speak.
Beth's name was carved deep into the cross…he retraced her name with his eyes over, and over, and over again.
Maggie's speech really did a number on him.
The memory of Beth hugging him when he told her they were dead crept to the surface.
Her blue eyes glanced up at him. "I'm glad I didn't say goodbye, I hate goodbyes." She had said to him.
Daryl didn't take his eyes off of the cross. "Me too." He whispered.
"Daryl?" Rick was the one to break the silence.
Daryl tore his eyes away from the cross, looking up at his comrade.
Rick's eyes held question, all of this was too much for Daryl to deal with right now.
His eyes scanned the group quickly.
"I'm sorry, I just-I can't." He said quickly before storming off.
He picked up his crossbow and darted in the direction of the woods that lay directly beyond the ash and remains of the old barn on the Greene farm.
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