Sorry this one is so short!
Hayden stared at the ceiling of her bunk. It was early morning and her shirt was drenched in sweat, running down her arms into a puddle on the floor. No one had visited her in the short aftermath of the attack and no one would explain to her what had happened outside involving all the gunshots.
She could hear Tyreese and Sasha talking a few cells down and Maggie talking in what the older girl must have thought were hushed tones. Noisy snores filled the air as if nothing had happened in the past few hours.
She had heard Herschel sobbing not long after Maggie burst in but when she had seen the man after she didn't say anything to him. He had tried to talk to her but she had merely stared at the wall her throat hurting too much to talk much.
She was mad, mad that she had had to take care of Stacey, frustrated that the woman had died anyone, furious that she had to come down with this stupid illness. But above all she was upset that no one would tell her what was going on. She had tried yelling at Tyreese and at Maggie but all she had gotten in return were yells to be quiet. All she wanted to know was if her uncle was alive.
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It hit Hayden like a ton of bricks, and she sat straight up. Maggie had gotten in, so what would keep her from getting out?
Quietly she slipped on her shoes along with the belt that held her knife. Opening her cell door, Hayden ducked out sticking to the shadows least anyone see her. Entering the cell that Stacey had been in, Hayden slipped on the surgical mask that had been in there before going into the interview room.
There was glass everywhere, crunching under her feet with every step. Hayden swore under her breath before jumping through where the glass had been. Cautiously as to not be mistaken for a walker, Hayden walked through the halls towards the outside.
She was smart enough to know she couldn't go in the cell block, she could get every sick that was inside. However she could go outside for a moment or two and make sure her uncle was alright.
When she did make it outside the light was blinding and she had to blink a few times to adjust. Her head felt like someone was trying to rip it apart and she felt like she had to sit down until she saw were Rick and Carl.
"Rick!" She managed to call before beginning to cough violently.
"Hayden? You need to be in A Block!" Rick backed up a few steps as if talking to her would make him get it.
"No-no one would-" Hayden coughed a few times and leaned against the building to steady herself. "Tell me if Daryl's alright."
"Hayden?" Daryl's rough voice had never sounded so surprised. When he had left she had been fine but now she had a surgical mask on with sweat covering her body.
"Don't-don't come near me. Ah just had ta know iffen ya was okay. No one would tell me." Hayden backed away slowly, keeping her movement limited lest she pass out.
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She was running, no sprinting towards a bright light. It was hot, so hot she felt like she was running on coals. All around her people were screaming, and something hot splashed across the side of her face. She kept sprinting though, her lungs feeling like they were going to burst.
And then it was silent, so quiet Hayden felt like her ears were going to burst. She had stopped running, and was turning around and around as if looking for an invisible assailant. Out of nowhere something slashed her back and she screamed.
Hayden sat straight up a pool of sweat having collected on her lower back. Someone was hurrying down the stairs and when Hayden went to make a sound nothing came out. Herschel appeared in front of her cell, rifle pointed at her.
Hayden coughed a few times before her voice came back. "Ah-ah'm fine."
Herschel opened the cell anyway though and put his hand to her forehead. "Hayden you're burning up!"
"L-let me die in peace ol' man." Hayden croaked, pulling herself onto the floor to lay on the slightly colder floor.
"I'll be back, don't go anywhere." Herschel exited the cell as quickly as he could and Hayden felt her headache getting worse. She wiped her nose on her forearm and felt herself drifting.
When Herschel arrived Hayden had taken off her shirt leaving her in a tank top and bra. He handed her tea and sat down as she drank it without complaining.
"Have you had a lot to drink?" Hayden shook her head slowly licking her chapped lips as she finished the tea. "You go anywhere recently?"
"Out." Hayden's head lulled to the side and she blinked dully.
"Outside? Why?"
"No-no one'd tell me iffen Daryl was alright."
"Did you fall, pass out in the hall or anything?" Hayden shook her head, barely having enough energy to wipe her forehead. "I'm going to be right back, don't you fall asleep or anything okay?"
"'Kay." When Herschel returned he set up an IV on her and held the bag in his hand, as Hayden fell asleep once more.
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