Hemophobia– fear of blood

Male: Glenn

Series: Walking Dead (TV Show)

Everyone was on edge lately, jumping at their own shadows, flinching away from every sound. It was to be expected they had lost so many when cell block C had been attacked by their own, the result of a new sickness that came in hard and fast. It came out of no where, a sickness that was believed to be a result of the dead walking around.

It wouldn't be a shock, dead bodies were toxic, if left enough on their own let alone ones that were up and about drudging through everything and every place possible in search of food. It was only a matter of time before some form of virus or bacteria became airborne. Yet it still took them all by shock, they were blind sided.

Blitzed.

They thought they were finally safe. The Governor was gone, their home had become stronger and they had a lot more people to help carry the burden of keeping the large prison up and running. Sure she and Glenn still had to go on runs with the others to get supplies. But things were getting back to normal, well as normal as they could be in this kind of world.

Now everyone was constantly scared, separating off into groups and casting dark suspicious glare anytime someone so much as sneezed. The choice had been made to isolate anyone that so much as coughed from the general population.

It was a precaution, and truth be told it probably mixed those who had normal colds with those who had the 'walkers flu' together yet it was all they could to. Plus it gave them a chance to observe the sickness, to let them see how it progressed. It came on like a regular cold then progressed into more flu like symptoms. As a nurse she was trained to pay attention to those kinds of things, she along side with Hershel had figured out the warning signs of the final stage of the 'walkers flu'.

To cough blood was a sign that you were close to giving into the sickness. It was the last warning sign. It let everyone around you know that you were on deaths door and that it was time to lock you in a cell so that when you did change you wouldn't be able to hurt anyone else. It was a sad grim fate.

Daryl had taken a group to go and get some meds from a near by veterinarian school, hoping to be able to save as many as they could with whatever form of antibiotics they could find. It was a slim chance that anything was still left there, let alone that it would be able to cure this new sickness yet they had to hold onto that hope.

It was the only thing that kept her going as she sat across from Glenn, separated by the visitors bullet proof glass. He was pale, and sweaty, with big dark circles under his eyes as he tried to force a smile at her. "I-I'll be fine Kagome you should be helping Carol with the kids." His voice was shaky and she could only force her own smile, her hand resting on the cold glass that kept them apart.

She jumped as his whole body racked with a deep throaty cough, his shaky hands raising a white handkerchief to his mouth. She winced at every cough he let out and could only swallow hard as he pulled the handkerchief away hastily, trying to hide the red blotches of blood that drenched it.

She could only pray that Daryl and the others would make it back in time, she could not lose Glenn.

AN: So I've been working so hard at work that I've been diagnosed with...carpal tunnel. Yay me! :(