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**WARNING: LANGUAGE & 2 CHARACTER DEATH's! You Are Warned**

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It was late morning before Kim's eyes finally opened, finding herself in a real bed, but in a room she didn't recognize. Carol was with her, tending to her just as a mother would with her child. It seemed almost natural to her having Carol there with her. She didn't feel as if she could face anyone else just yet, not until she could comes to terms with everything she'd been though. The two talked for a short time while Carol checked her wounds and changed the bandages on her wrists and ankle's. Carol told her that both Leslie and Daryl had stayed with her through the night and that Daryl had even moved her things into the room so she'd be more comfortable.

When the urge to releave herself hit, Carol had left, going to the now cleaned infirmary and getting a bedpan and then returning. Helping Kim sit up, Carol then saw first hand exactly how weak Kim's body really was. She could barely hold herself up without support, and her hands visibly shook. Once she was done, Carol helped her back into bed, using another pillow to help her sit up some.

Taking a seat on the mattress beside her, Carol looked down at her own hands, "I want you to know that when you're ready, I'm here if you need someone to talk to, Kim. I won't push you to, but...sometimes it helps to talk about it, get it out instead of holding it in and letting it eat at you." Lifting her eyes back to the younger woman, Carol gave her a sad smile, "I went a long time before I talked about what Ed did to me. About how he would force me to have sex with him even though we were married and how he'd beat me afterwords. I kept it in and it ate at me, made me weak. I don't want to see that happen to you, sweetie."

Looking down at the blanket, Kim fingers gripped the sheet, her voice barely above a whisper, "I shouldn't have left my gun or machete in that kitchen. I let my guard down..."

"Kim, this wasn't your fault. None of this was," Carol said, reaching over and lifting Kim's chin gently so she could see her eyes. "Don't you be blaming yourself for this. You didn't ask for this to happen to you. It could have easily been anyone one of us, but the only person to blame was that...bastard. God only knows it's hard, Kim...but don't go down that road. Don't. You're stronger then that, better then that."

Wanting to change the subject, Kim looked towards the door and breathed out, "When's Hershel gonna come check on me?"

Carol's heart dropped at the mention of his name and she looked away. Kim didn't know about the events of the previous day and she hated having to tell her. Even for herself it was hard, she'd been close to him. He'd been her mentor since arriving at the prison, taking her under his wing and teaching her all he could about medicine.

When she didn't get an answer, Kim looked at Carol, seeing her grave expression, "Carol?"

Taking in a deep breath, Carol steadied herself before looking back at Kim, "Hershel uh...Hershel passed away in his sleep, Kim. Max went to get him yesterday morning for breakfast...but he'd turned and Max...he wasn't armed."

Realizing that they also had lost Max, Kim adverted her eyes, and shook her head. More tears began to fall and she whispered, "I'm sorry. They were both good men."

"They were," Carol said, reaching for Kim's hand and giving it a squeeze. When she looked back at her, Carol raised her brow, "We'll get you through all this though, okay? I don't want you worrying about anything."

"But what if I'm pregnant?" The question had been bothering her ever since she'd awaken to find Daryl at her side at the cabin. There was a strong chance she was carrying her rapists child inside her.

The question was one that Daryl had even asked her about earlier that morning. There would be no way to tell yet with the pregnancy tests they had on hand. Squeezing her hand once more to get Kim's attention on her, Carol looked her in the eyes, "When was your last period, Kim?"

Thinking for a moment, Kim tried to remember before answering, "About two and a half weeks ago...maybe three. I'm not sure though for sure."

Nodding, Carol raised her brow, "Next week we'll test you...and then again the following week. We should know for sure by then if you are. But I have to ask, Kim, if you are pregnant, what do you want to do?"

Shaking her head, Kim shrugged, "I don't know. I mean...I've never believed in abortion or anything like that before. But this, I just..." Taking in a deep breath, Kim adverted her eyes up to the cracked ceiling, "I don't know. Daryl said he'd stand by me if I was...that he'd help me raise it. I don't know if I want to have a child that was created from this though."

Understanding Kim's confusion and hesitation on the matter, Carol nodded, "Well, until we find out for sure if you are or aren't, I don't want you stressing yourself over it. There's still just as good of a chance that you weren't fertile."

"I hope I'm not," Kim breathed out as tears streaked down her cheeks.

"I know, sweetie," Carol whispered. A small smile formed and Carol stood up, going over to the desk in the corner of the room and getting the tray that she'd brought in. Carrying it back over to the bed, she changed the subject for Kim, "Think you can eat some of this for me? It's cream of chicken soup and a ham sandwich."

Looking at the food, Kim's stomach growled and she nodded, "Yeah. I'm hungry."

Placing the tray onto the mattress, Carol smiled as she helped Kim sit up more. Once she was comfortable, she then placed the tray into her lap, "Now, take it slow. Don't want you throwing up everything. Need to build your strength back up. If you can keep all this down, then later I'll bring you whatever Anna and Sasha make for dinner."

Picking off a piece of the ham, Kim placed it in her mouth, chewing slowly and then asking, "Where is Leslie?"

"With Daryl. He's been watching her since last night, making sure she's eating and sleeping. He made her go with him earlier to get some fresh air and take a break. They both stayed in here with you last night. When I came in this morning, she was laying on the bed next to you and Daryl had fallen asleep sitting on the floor leaning against the bed."

Swallowing, Kim took in a deep breath, "I told him that I loved him...and he didn't run."

Smiling, Carol moved to the chair and took a seat in it, "That's because he loves you too, Kim. Anyone can see it. He might not express it verbally, but, he does."

Picking up the sandwich, she stared at it for a few seconds, her mind wandering some. Finally taking in a breath and releasing it in the form of a sigh, she then looked back at Carol, "I'm scared I might loose him, cause of all this."

Shaking her head, Carol leaned forward some, "I highly doubt it. Daryl's not like that. If anything, he'll probably be more protective of you and Leslie now. He was that way with me after Sophia died...and still is. He does it cause he cares though and doesn't want to see anything happen to us."

Chewing a small bite of her sandwich, Kim nodded in understanding and then asked softly, "Carol, do you think I could have some time alone with Daryl later?"

"I don't see why not. As long as you're comfortable," she replied and then sat back once more. Giving her a warm smile, Carol looked around the room some, "And if you want, I can look around in storage and see if there is anything in there that can maybe brighten up the room some for ya. I know Maggie and I found some fake plants for our rooms, maybe we can find you some or something else even."

"I'd like that," she said and then took another bite. It would be some time before Kim would be able to leave the bed or even her room and she figured anything would help make it feel more like a home then just the sparse things that Daryl had brought her from her cell. She wondered if he still would share the room with her like he'd promised at the cabin, but that was something she'd have to ask him later. For now though, her appetite had grown more, allowing her to eat without feeling sick. Thinking back to when they'd found Leslie, she remembered the words she's said to her and knew that now she needed to take her own advice in order to pull through.

Okay, I need you readers to help me out with something. I'm gonna be changing my penname and I would like y'all's help with it! I'd like to stick around a Caryl type name being my next story will be a Caryl one, yes...I'm gonna ship Caryl, lol. Love to see them to together on the show. So, put your thinking caps on and help me come up with a new penname!