Gaping at me a moment confused what to do with me he quickly drop his crossbow shedding his vest and shirt off, redonning his vest he laid the shirt beside me then yanked his belt off. "Probably good thing you passed out." Wiggling his hand under the small of my back he lifted me enough to get the belt under me, to tighten it around where the arrow is to help slow the bleeding, I groaned a little. Cringing knowing he was hurting me more trying to help me now, he quickly wrap his shirt around me. As gently as he could he lifted me up in his arms, each time he touched me he'd feel all tingly. As he shifted to stand the shirt pulled at the arrow causing pain to radiate through my body, I cried out as my eyes shot open. "Sorry." I gritted my teeth at the pain but wrap my arms around his neck trusting him even though I don't really know him. Burying my face in his neck I breathed in his soothing earthly scent trying to ignore the burn of the arrow which has a silver tip still touching my stomach.

As quickly as he could he took me up to the prison, when we got to the inner yard a few others started toward us. "What happen Daryl, is she alive?" I didn't even bother to lift my head from Daryl's shoulder. "Yeah, I shot her on accident she was running from some rotters. She left some boys in a car, I've got to go get them." The leader looking fellow with the big colt on his hip looked at me. "I don't know Daryl could be a trap." Ice cold fear seized my heart, I lifted my head to look directly at him. "No, please it's not a trap I swear." When he gave me a doubtful look tears gathered in my eyes, I pushed against Daryl trying to get down out of his arms. Nearly dropping me he stop walking to look down at me. "What are you doing girl." I gritted my teeth as the movement made pain throb through my, tightening my left arm around his neck I grab the shaft of the arrow preparing to pull it out. "I-I'll go get my boys and Mike, they're only two little boys and a guy..." I whimpered a little when my hand touched the silver tip. Daryl gave me a look then looked at the leader. "Rick I don't feel like this is a trap, besides I shot her so I owe her. I'll take Glenn and T-Dog with me just in case." Rick sigh but nodded his head. "Alright take her into the cell block Lori or Carol can help Hershel out to remove the arrow." Daryl just grunted in answer and I sagged back against his shoulder again, I whispered to him. "Thank you."

As gently as possible he laid me on a cot in a cell, as soon as he moved an older gentleman hobbled in. "What happen to her Daryl?" A lady with short hair came in behind him standing beside Daryl, making my wolf want to growl at her but I was to weak to put up much of a fight. Frowning at the reason of my injury Daryl looked down chewing his thumb. "I shot her, I don't think it hit anything important." He gave me one last look before stepping out of the cell. "Glenn, T-Dog I need you to come with me." All three of them quickly left and I laid there while Hershel examined the wound, he gave me a sad look. "Good thing Daryl is right it didn't hit anything vital but I'll have to shove it on through to get it out." I gave him a look knowing he was right, he gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. "I know hun, but it'll be for the better." I nodded at him and grip the sheet I laid on. "Here stick this between your teeth." I looked at the belt in his hand, then stuck it between my teeth to bear down on. He rub the hair off my temple talking soothingly to me. "Ready hun this will only hurt a moment but once it's out you'll be fine." He grab the arrow firmly and shoved it through my back and out the front. I cried-growled in pain fighting passing out again but when he leaned a little over me to grab the shaft again to finish pulling it out I finally fainted. The lady with short hair freak out a little. "Did she die Hershel!?" Hershel shook his head softly as he went on to doctor my wound. "No Carol the pain was to much she passed out is all." After patching my wound they left me to rest while we waited for the return.

When they found the car with several dead still around it Daryl, Glenn, and T-Dog worked together to take them all out. Mike watched the three newcomers weary, weapon wise all he had was a little knife, Glenn spoke to him. "Hi I'm Glenn, this is T-Dog and Daryl, your Mike right?" Mike looked between the three of them while the boys huddled together on the floorboard out of sight. "What do you want?" Glenn smiled at him in a friendly gesture. "Your friend sent us to get you." Mike gave him a disbelieving look. "Right sure she did, Jenni would of came herself. Look I have nothing of worth, not even food, just two small boys so just..."

Daryl misunderstanding growled at him. "You'd trade us two tiny boys for your protection!?" Mike gap at him in shock. "Hell no I wouldn't, Jenni really would kill me then." Daryl smiled at that strangely proud of how protective I am of the boys. "She got hurt no doubt she'd be here." At the mention of me being hurt the boys jump out of the car before Mike could stop them. "Nicholas, Nikoli!" They jumped out toward Daryl with matching determined looks on their faces. "You hurt our Jenni, we'll get you!" Daryl smiled down at the little boys. "Don't worry Half-pint, Pipsqueak she'll be alright. Come with me and I'll take you to her, I'd hate to be on ya bad side." Nicholas and Nikoli exchanged glances before looking back to Mike who'd gotten out of the car. "Come on Mike let's go to Jenni, she needs us."