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Chapter 7
Shane watched Daryl walk around the yard for a half hour before telling him he had to go back in. The kid walked back to him reluctantly. "You know, Hershel still has to fix those slashes on your chest," Shane said. Daryl stiffened a bit but nodded slowly, "Yea I guess." Shane glanced over at him, "You guess? No, you're getting it done. I'm not letting you die from not getting fully recovered." "I'm not going to die!" Daryl snapped at him and then stormed up the stairs, or at least tried to. He made it about five steps before the force he was putting on his leg came back at him and he collapsed. "Yea cause all those walkers are going to make sure you get back up when they're chasing you," Shane said. "Shut up," Daryl glared at him. Shane helped the kid get back up despite the protests he got from him and led him back to his room. Daryl crashed onto the bed after taking two long strides. Shane moved over as well and tossed a blanket at him knowing that the kid would want to do it himself. He waited while Daryl tried to cover himself with the blanket with one hand. After ten minutes, Daryl let out a frustrated sigh and rolled away from Shane. Shane smiled slightly and picked up a different blanket so Daryl didn't know. Then he spread it out and covered the younger kid. Daryl shrunk back from the initial contact of the blanket but then relaxed when he felt it wasn't something dangerous. Shane was about to leave when he heard that quiet and nervous voice say, "Thanks." Shane smiled and slowly shut the door. He walked down the stairs and met Hershel. "Did you tell him that we are going to have do something about those slashes?" the older man asked. Shane nodded, "Yea I did. That's not going to be fun. I won't be able to pull the same stunt I did last time." Hershel shrugged, "It'll be fine. This shouldn't be as painful. You probably don't even have to come if you don't want." Shane glared, "No I'm coming. I'm going to find Glenn. I'll see you tomorrow morning." He went out the door to where Glenn was standing on the porch. "Hey Glenn. So now what happens?" Shane asked. Glenn laughed, "Worried about tomorrow? Just do the same thing you did today with a few changes. You won't be able to hold his head or whatever but maybe you can hold his hand or something. Or maybe he'll be ok if you just sit there with him." Shane nodded, "Ok. I guess I can try. It's weird that we were having this same conversation yesterday night too." Glenn grinned, "Well hopefully after tonight we won't need to." Shane laughed, "Thanks for the tips Glenn, you going to be there tomorrow?" Glenn nodded, "Yep. You should get some sleep. I'm on watch first anyway. You have tonight off." Shane nodded and went inside. He ran into Lori and Carl who were heading to their room. Lori looked at him, "Shane, you have to get control of your kid. He's making everyone uncomfortable. I think you should send him on his way as soon as he's better." Shane felt like he'd been hit, "Um yea cause that's going to happen. Look he's going to be valuable you just wait and see." Lori shook her head, "I think he's going to be a pain in the ass for this group and not want to help at all." Shane glared at her, "That's cause you don't know him. Once you actually talk to him then tell me how you feel." He turned away as Carl said, "I don't like him Shane. He's weird and he talks when he's sleeping. He says all this weird stuff." Shane stopped, "How the hell do you know that?" Lori cut in, "Early this morning we were in that room with Hershel to help and he started talking while he was unconscious." Shane nodded, "I'm not kicking him out. I don't care what you think. He's part of the group now." He walked up the stairs and when he knew he was out of sight he leaned against a wall and let out a sigh. How was he going to lead the group with Daryl here now? It seemed like everyone hated him. He shook his head and slowly opened the door to Daryl's room. The kid was sleeping. He rolled over and mumbled something about running. Shane frowned and walked into the room quietly. He tried to make out what Daryl was saying but he couldn't tell exactly. Daryl flipped over again and winced in his sleep as he landed on his bad arm, "No, no get away." Shane stopped moving and waited for something else. He got it. "No, Merle where are you? Please make him stop," the kid cried quietly as he twitched on the bed, "I didn't mean it. It was an accident. It won't happen again, I promise, just please stop." It was too much for Shane. In two quick steps he was leaning over Daryl and shaking him awake, "Wake up. Are you ok?" Daryl gasped as he woke up. He was shaking and sweating and Shane could tell he was embarrassed. "I'm fine. I think you're overreacting," the kid said. "Yea. I was overreacting. What was all that? You were having a fit in your sleep or something. What was going on?" Shane asked quietly. Daryl turned away, "Nothing. I'm fine. It was just a nightmare. Its done now. I'm going to sleep." Shane sighed but covered the kid back up and walked towards the door. "You know," he said as he opened the door, "you can trust me. I won't ever think badly of you." Daryl didn't say anything and Shane shut the door softly. He walked down the hall and to his room. He didn't realize how tired he was until he laid down and was out like that.
