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Immune (Part 2)
It's been 24 hours since I've been locked in an extra cell in the C block waiting to turn into a walker. Thankfully, nothing has happened. When Daryl found out I kept this from him he was pissed, also a little scared that he was going to lose me, but mostly pissed.
I remember that argument very clearly:
"Ya were bit three days ago and ya didn't Fuckin' tell me," Daryl bellowed.
"I'm sorry Daryl, but I thought it was best no one knew," I said.
"You thought it be best. Ya shouldn't have kept this damn thing to ya self, if ya would have turned, we'd all be in danger!"
"I know, I was being stupid and I'm sorry."
"Whatever, but at least ya all right, as far as we know. Don't wanna lose ya, but I still wish ya would have at least told me ya were bit."
"I was being a jerk, I shouldn't have gave you a cold shoulder and ignored you."
"Damn right ya shouldn't of, made me feel like I did something wrong. Hell, thought the whole thig was my fault."
"I didn't mean to make you feel like that. I'm real sorry, Daryl. Will you forgive me?"
"Hell, I can't stay mad at you for long, love ya too much. Ya also could still be at risk, don't want ya to die, thinking I'm mad at ya. It break my heart."
"Thank you Daryl, I love you, too."
He came closer to the cell door and placed a hand on top of mine that was holding onto the cell bar.
"I hope ya going to be okay," he said.
"Me too," I said.
We stayed like that for a while. Daryl barely left my side during the whole observation.
Hershel finally gave the all clear and Rick let me out of the cell. Everyone was shocked and intrigued by the outcome of my bite. We all didn't know what this could mean for the future of this new world. But this is definitely a new outcome that could be very useful in the near future.