''Finally.'' Gabriela sighed as Matt opened his eyes and Matt looked around at the strange room. They weren't in the truck and he was surprised to find himself laying in a bed. A clean bed. He felt awful and flushed.

''Don't sit up, Shay and I had to stitch your side. You were out for a few days.''

She handed him a cup and Matt brought the cup to his burst lips.

''How are you feeling?''

''Probably more awful than the walkers.'' Matt moaned as he laid his hand on his side.

''We thought we saved you after we bandaged your side, but you kept bleeding and the wound got infected.''

''Where are we?''

''In a motel, near Evansville. It took a while before we found a pharmacy and a shop that wasn't run over. Every town and city we found on the way was overrun. We decided to stay here for a while so you can get stronger and we can take a break and go on some supplies run. There is not that much food anymore.''

''For the way to Atlanta?'' Matt asked he drank some more water.

''We are thinking about not going to Atlanta, for all we know it could be overrun.''

''We should still try. Are we safe here?'' Matt tried to get up, but nearly pulled his stitches.

''We are on the second floor. Shay and Severide blocked the stairs with the truck and the other with a fence. There is also a fence around the motel that is locked. We are going to be fine. Just rest now, okay?''

She caressed him over his forehead. ''I will get you something to eat. You have to gain some strength...and weight. Like I said, you have been out for a couple of days. There is a kitchen downstairs with gas bottles o I can heat something, I will get back to you in a few minutes.''

She stood up and left the room. Matt looked around, the motel room was everything he would expect from a motel room. Ugly cheap looking wallpapers and a small bathroom he could see when he looked to the right.

Carefully he moved a bit, to be in more comfortable position and he looked out of the window, where the sun was shining.

''I got you some soup. I hope you like tomato soup because there are no other cans.''

Matt carefully drank some of the soup as he heard some sound by the door. The door opened and Shay and Severide walked inside.

''Glad to see you are finally awake.'' Severide smiled as he saw Matt awake and even eating a bit. Shay threw her backpack on the floor and opened it.

''I got more bandages...and well...there were no patches...so...''

''Good.'' Gabriela just took the bag as Shay and Severide left the room. They closed the door behind them and looked at the few walkers strolling next to fence they had closed. They were safe, as long as the fence was there.

''I think we should stay here as long as we can. We are safe here as who says we will even make it to Atlanta and who says we will be safe there?'' Shay looked to Severide and slowly walked down the stairs on their left and climbed over the mile of barrels they had put in front of it.

''What are you going to do?''

''Look for food, the cans in our truck are almost gone after you gave that stash away at the farm.''

''Not without me, you might get hurt, besides you need somebody to open the fence.''

Shay nodded at him as he followed her and Severide opened the gate while Shay drove the truck out. He closed it again, locking it and right before the walkers could reach the truck he jumped in and they drove away.

''They are going to look for more food.'' Gabriela explained as she moved the blanket down a bit.

''I really need to change your bandages. It's gonna hurt.''

''You think I can't handle it?''

''It is gonna hurt really bad.'' She said with a sorry face and carefully she grabbed his arm and leg and helped him to lay on his side, so the wound was on top. Matt gritted his teeth already and he hid his face in the pillow.

''Are you crying? I am sorry but I really have to change it, or it might get infected again.''

''Aren't you afraid I will turn if I have a fever?''

''It is a wound infection, otherwise you would have been turned by now.''

''Just be carefull, okay? We don't know what makes us - OUCH.'' Matt tried to contain his scream as she pulled the patch of the wound.

''Sorry, we had no gauze, so I had to use a large patch.''

He closed his eyes for a second, trying to remember the night he was shot but after he was shot it was all really vague. He just remembered a little girl telling him he was bleeding and Severide giving them food, but he could remember when exactly he was shot.

''It is starting to heal.''

Matt looked at the wound on his side, stitched with really thick wire and only now he realized it was actually fishing thread. She cleaned the wound and he cringed as it stung pretty bad.

''This will make it do.'' Gabriela held up a sanitary napkin. ''But I can also put a patch on it,t his will hurt less though.''

''The less painful please.'' As Gabriela was bandaging it again they suddenly heard loud yelling and Gabriela jumped up. She ran to the window.

''I need to close the gate!'' She ran out of the room and Matt tried so sit up and although it hurt, he finally managed so he could look out of the window and he could see Severide struggling as walkers were swarming in front of the gate. Shay jumped out of the trucfk and joined him and he also saw Dawson crossing towards the gate now. He looked down, at the bandages Gabriela had been busy with and he finished it, turning to he sat on the edge of the bed and he could see through the window. Pressing his hands against his side he tried to stand up, but his legs couldn't take his weight and he fell forward. Trying to get up he was suddenly aware of the growling on the other end of the door of the room. Looking through the slot that was left in the door that was not completely closed he could see a walker crawling his direction.

Matt tried to stretch his arm out far enough to close the door, but it was too far away and the walker was faster than him. While the head suddenly came through the door Matt tried to crawl backward and before he could reach the bathroom the walker had cought up with him. Bracing his legs to kick the walker away he got his foot on the throat of the biter and he kicked it away, with all the power he head and a pain tore through his side and he felt the stitches being pulled and it started to feel warm, as the bleeding started again. A shot sounded from across the room and the growling stopped. Two strong arms lifted him up.

''Kelly, we can't move him! If we move him now he will bleed to death!''

He started to feel really weak and was afraid he might lose conciousness, but his mind started to get blurry.

''Grab all the food, we will have to lock ourselves in on the top floor, but we will find a way out!'' Shay commanded as Severide laid him down on the bed again.

''Matt, can you hear me?''

He opened his eyes for a second, looking at Gabriela as she shook his shoulder.

''We need to give you blood.'' Gabriela looked him deep in the eyes. ''But we need to know your blood type for that.''

''The bleeding is getting less.''

''B...positive.'' He managed to mumble before the pain and weakness took over him again and he lost his conciousness.

''A positive.'' Shay shook her head. Gabriela bit her lip as she pressed the wound tighter.

''A postive.'' She said then, indicating none of them could be his donor. Shay nodded at Gabriela as she took her hand away and ran downstairs, to their last hope.

NOTE: Will Matt be okay? Can they still get out once they lock themselves upstairs or are they digging their own grave?

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