I took Sean's hand and said, "It's gonna be okay. You're going to be okay."
Sean shook his head. There seemed to be something lodged in his throat.
"You're choking!" I cried. "I'll help, you'll be okay. I know the Heimlich, don't worry."
I pushed down on my brother's stomach for a few minutes, and finally something appeared at his lips. A fishing hook floated in his bloody mouth.
"Sean! Talk to me!" I sobbed. "Sean!"
I shook him harder and harder, but it was no use. Daryl finally pulled me away and held my shaking body.
"We're staying here for the night," Daryl told the others as he embraced me.
"But it's not safe here," Justin protested.
"We're staying here. It's going to be dark in a few hours anyways. I say we wake up early tomorrow and hit the road. But tonight, we're staying right here," Daryl said firmly.
"What's that down there?" Tyra asked.
"It looks like a housing development of some sorts," Maggie suggested.
"We'll stay there. At least for the night. Justin and Carol will clear one house of walkers and everyone else will stay together," Daryl said.
Daryl picked me up and walked with everyone else to the development. Everything else was a blur to me, but when I figured out what was happening, I was in a queen sized bed in one bedroom in the house we had cleared out. I heard Carol tucking Sophia in down the hall, and I knew that Justin and Maggie were also close by. Daryl's room was directly adjacent to mine, so a door in between the two connected them.
"Sean," I mumbled, turning over in bed.
He wasn't there. I looked around my room for my brother, and when I didn't see him, I decided to see if Daryl knew where he was.
Stumbling out of bed, I walked over to the door to Daryl's room. I opened it, and he was sitting in bed with his head in his hands.
"Daryl," I said, touching his arm.
He looked up at me and nodded.
"I can't find Sean. Do you know where he is?"
Daryl's eyes filled with pain and concern.
"Annie… He's not here," Daryl said.
"What do you mean?" I cried as the events of the last few hours came flooding back into my mind.
Daryl took my hand and led me back into my room.
"I'll stay here until you fall asleep," he assured me.
I cried for what seemed like an hour into my pillow, but Daryl stayed and stroked my forehead the whole time. When I felt like I didn't have any tears left, I reached for Daryl. I hugged him tightly and never intended on letting go. My arms grew tired, and they slipped off of Daryl's back. I collapsed into bed, and the last thing I saw was Daryl's blue eyes looking into mine before I drifted into a deep sleep.