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Chapter 11
The next morning I woke up to find Daryl gone, a crick in my neck, and the inability to move on my left side.
Groaning I slowly exited the truck bed; leaning against it I realized walking was not an option.
Spotting Dale on top of the RV I waived him over. Quickly he made his way over to me when he realized I couldn't walk.
"What's wrong Cobra?"
"Something bad, can you help me to Daryl's bike? So I can get some pain killers?"
"Yeah; sure."
Gently he slid my right arm around his shoulder and helped me limp over to the bike. Grabbing the bag, quickly sorting through all the bottles before finding what I was after. Dry swallowing two pills I placed the bag back in its place.
"You're riding in the RV today, no buts."
"Yes sir."
He smiled as we made our way into the RV, lying down on the bed, wincing as Dale pulled the blanket up to my neck telling me to get some sleep before walking out of the RV.
Starring up at the cream ceiling, smiling as sleep slowly took me.
Feeling pain course threw my body I opened my eyes to see that I was in a small room, with white walls, a small cherry wood chest of drawers on the other side of the rom. Other than that and the bed I was on, the room was pretty much bare, attempting to sit up more pain shot threw my entire side.
A small scream escaped my throat as I fell back on the bed grabbing at my side.
Hearing the door open I spotted the girl that took Lori walking in.
"I wouldn't move if I were you."
"Now you tell me."
"Maggie."
"Cobra."
She nodded as she examined my side, much to my surprise I saw stitches, and the swelling had gone down.
"Well, you didn't rip open your stitches; that's good."
"What happened? All I did was trip and fall."
"When you fell you broke a few ribs, and the side of the highway is covered in broken glass, some entered into your thigh and hip. Giving you blood poisoning, you'll be up and around in a few days."
"Thank God."
"I'll send Hershel in, he'll double check your wounds, make sure the infection is out."
"Thank you."
With a small smile she left, a few minutes later she returned with a man getting on in his years with white hair, wearing a white shirt with black suspenders.
"You must be Hershel."
"I am, and you must be Shelby the men down stairs were screaming about."
"Cobra, please, people were yellin about me?"
"Shane and Daryl; wouldn't give me a few moments piece to work on you."
I smiled and waited for him to finish examining my side, saying I should be up and moving day after tomorrow, mentioning that Daryl and Shane both waned to see me.
"Send Daryl in first, please?"
With a soft fatherly smile he opened the door, allowing Daryl in and holding Shane back.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"What did I miss?"
"Hershel's group lost a man that had left with Shane to get supplies for Carl, he's stable now."
"That's great."
Daryl laughed lightly as he sat on the bed next to me.
"I was worried about you."
"Hershel says I should be up and round in a few days, can you get me the book from my bag?"
"Yeah, sure."
Kissing him on the cheek; he left as Shane walked in; feeling the tension in the room I sighed. Sitting up a little straighter.
"Glad to see you're ok."
"What happened to your hair?"
"I cut it."
"Why?"
"It was to hot."
"Oh."
He sighed, sitting on the edge of my bed, lightly grabbing my hand, holding it firmly when I tried to pull away.
"I'm sorry, for everything. I was drunk, and I was jealous of you and Daryl."
Reaching over I smacked him upside the head.
"That's for raping me."
"I deserved that."
Watching his eyes I smiled at him.
"I don't forgive you, but maybe we can start over? As friends?"
"I would like that."
Pulling me into a light hug, I slowly returned it. Pulling back I fell back into the pillows as Daryl returned carrying my bag, shooting a glare at Shane as he walked out of the room.
"What was that about?"
"We needed to talk some things threw Daryl."
"Here"
I smiled as he handed me my bag, digging threw it I found the book I was looking for. Pulling it out I laughed at Daryl's face when he realized it was a photo album.
"I need my brother right now, and since he's not here, this helps."
Flipping open the book I smiled at the first picture of my brother and me sitting on the tailgate of our fathers truck about five years ago.
"He's alive."
"How do you know?"
"I just do."
Nodding I continued to flip threw the book, smiling at the memories.