Considering the way he puked his guts up, it was easy to see that Glenn was riding out the after-effects of a wicked adrenaline rush. The way he was shaking, he was probably suffering from some amount of dehydration as well. Daryl grunted as he helped the kid to his feet, pulling Glenn's arm over his own shoulder so he could half-drag, half-carry him to the bedroom. "The hell you think you were doing? I know you had a full canteen, dumbass. Day like this, you gotta keep water in you."
Glenn's head lolled against his chest. "Just wasn't thinkin'. That's all."
"Yeah, well, not thinking is a good way to get your fool ass killed these days. Shit." Daryl slung the kid down on the bed, where he lay in a boneless heap. "You think I want to explain to everyone back at camp why I came back minus one uppity Asian?"
"Shut up. You're not my mom."
Daryl choked on a laugh. "What did you say?"
"Said you aren't my mom. Stop lecturing me. I'm a grown ass man."
Shaking his head, Daryl replied, "Fuckin' comedian is what you are, boy." He slid out of the room again, leaving Glenn to stare contemplatively at the ceiling. His muscles felt like they were shredded, and his stomach ached from throwing up so violently. If he never had to move again, that would be fine by him. He sighed. At least they were both alive. Mark down one more mess they'd gotten themselves into by not being careful enough, though; they were building quite a record between the two of them.
The padding of footsteps announced Daryl's arrival back into the room. He suddenly appeared in Glenn's line of sight as he leaned over the boy. Glenn blinked. "What now?"
"You tell me." Daryl disappeared again- the bed shook as he sat on the edge of it. "Geeks are everywhere outside- it's a fucking feeding frenzy. Must be the first time they had fresh meat in a long stretch. Here, try again." He dropped the canteen gently on Glenn's chest. "Little gulps this time. Don't shock your stomach. Need to get fluid into you so we're ready to bolt when the walkers leave."
Glenn sat up slowly, then pushed back to lean against the wall. As he unscrewed the canteen's cap, he eyed Daryl gloomily. "I thought you were dead, you dick." He tried a small sip of the water.
"I'm fine. And what the fuck did you think that for?"
"I saw the body out there. What else was I supposed to think?" He grimaced. The water did nothing to soothe his raw throat.
Daryl leaned back against the wall as well, closing his eyes. "Dunno, just thought you'd have a little more faith in me is all."
Glenn punched him in the arm. "What happened, asshole? Those gunshots-"
"Yeah yeah, just chill out and drink your water. I'm gettin' to it."
