Kayla dropped the binoculars in her hand and ran out into the field as fast as possible. Andrea and Dale were right behind her when she reached the men to find Shane and Rick hauling an unconscious Daryl over their shoulders. "Oh my God!" Andrea cried. "Oh my God is he dead?"

"Unconscious." Rick told her. "You just grazed him."

"But look at him!" Glenn gasped "What the hell happened? He's wearing ears!"

Rick pulled the ear necklace off of Daryl's neck and put it in his pocket. "Let's keep that to ourselves."
"Guys!" T-Dog called out. "Isn't this Sophia's?"

The group turned around and saw T-Dog holding up a doll. Kayla looked at Daryl and saw all the blood he was caked in. "Rick we need to get him inside now." She said. Rick nodded and he and Shane began dragging Daryl back to the camp.

OOOOO

In the house Kayla was cleaning Daryl's abdomen wound where an arrow went through him as he explained where he found the doll. The second she got his shirt off and put him on his side, she was shocked to see the long scars on his back. "I found it washed up on that creek bed right there." Daryl explained, pointing to the spot on the map. Kayla instantly refocused her attention on the arrow wound and not the scars. "She must have dropped it crossing it somewhere."

"Cuts the grid almost in half." Rick said.

"Yeah you're welcome." Daryl replied looking at what Kayla was doing as she began stitching his side. She looked up at him and smiled.

"How's he looking?" Rick asked Kayla.

"He'll live." Kayla told him. "Just a minor infection some antibiotics won't cure."

"Never knew we would be going through antibiotics so quickly." Hershel retorted. "Any idea what happened to my horse?"

"You mean the one that almost killed me?" Daryl questioned. "If it's smart it left the country."

Kayla chuckled and snipped the wire to end the stitches. "We call that one Nelly." Hershel explained. "As in Nervous Nelly… I could have told you she'd throw you had you bothered to ask. It's a wonder you people have survived this long."

With that said Rick and Shane left Daryl to Kayla and Hershel. "Can you handle things here?" Hershel asked. "I have to return downstairs."

"Of course." Kayla said as she rinsed her hands off. Hershel left the room a while Kayla got another thing ready for stitches. "How's your head?" she asked Daryl.

"Wonderful." He said, rolling onto his back and closing his eyes.

"I'm gonna have to stitch that bullet wound. Try not to move so much this time."

Daryl scoffed and went back to his side. "So…" Kayla said before beginning the stitches. "I like your tattoos."

"Which ones?"

"The two demons on your back." Kayla told him as she began the stitches."They're interesting."

"How are they interesting?" Daryl asked.

"All tattoos are. They represent something."

"You got any?"

"A few." Kayla was half done with the stitches.

"What are they? A pretty butterfly on your back?" Daryl joked.

"Funny but no Dixon." Kayla replied with a slight chuckle. "I have birds on my ribs, a tree on my lower back, and a quote on my collarbone."

"Still girly." Daryl teased. "Are you gonna do my stitches or not?"

Kayla rolled her eyes and snipped the wire. "Done." She told him. "Wait you started?" Daryl asked.

"I told you not to move around and you didn't because you were distracted." Kayla explained standing up. "You didn't feel a thing."

Kayla rinsed her hands off and grabbed the bandages from the bedside table. "It's a technique we would use in the hospital when people were afraid of getting stitches. You just keep talking to them." She told Daryl as she put the bandage over his abdomen wound.

Daryl just grunted in response. "I need you to sit up so I can wrap your head." Kayla said. Daryl abided and sat up, allowing Kayla to wrap the gauze around his head. "What's the quote?" Daryl asked.

"For once I have marked my own skin." Kayla answered as she clipped the gauze wrap to hold it in place.

"What's it mean?"

Kayla stepped back. "It means you need to get some rest." She said, her mood suddenly changing. Once she collected the medical care items she left the room, leaving Daryl alone.

OOOOO

After changing clothes and cleaning herself up a bit, Kayla went in to change Carl's bandages before dinner. When she opened the door she found Lori crying by his bedside. The mother looked up and wiped her tears away. Kayla's heart dropped. "Are you okay?" she asked walking over.

"I'm fine." Lori sniffled.

"You sure?"

Lori just nodded. "I just came to put fresh bandages on Carl." Kayla told her. "Go right ahead." Lori said.

Kayla walked over and kneeled down next to Carl. She carefully removed the gauze pad from his abdomen. Then very quickly, but carefully she paced the fresh one on so Lori didn't see his bullet wound. She taped it down and then stood up. "Dinner is ready then." Kayla told Lori.

"I'll be right out."

With that Kayla walked out to the dining room.

OOOOO

Dinner couldn't have been quieter. The only sounds were forks and knives clanking against plates. Kayla thought it was nice to have a hot meal again that wasn't out of a can, but the sound of no one talking made it uncomfortable. Rick and Shane were at odds, Lori was upset about Carl, and Carol was still sad about Sophia. Not to mention the incident today which angered Hershel.

"Does anyone know how to play guitar?" Glenn asked attempting to break the awkwardness. Everyone stopped eating and Kayla put her face in her hand. "Dale found a cool one. Someone's gotta know how to play."

"Otis did…" Patricia said.

"I'm gonna take Daryl his dinner." Kayla said, desperate to get out of there. Standing up she saw Shane's expression change at the mention of Otis. She walked into the kitchen and made a plate to take up to Daryl.

OOOOO

Upstairs Daryl was awake and lying in bed when he heard footsteps coming towards his room. He pulled his blanket up just as the door opened and Kayla walked in. She closed the door quietly behind her and set the plate on the bed side table. "Brought you up some dinner." Kayla said in a quiet tone. "Must be hungrier than a wolf." Daryl smiled to himself before rolling over.

"Thanks." He mumbled.

"Mind if I stay up here for a bit?" Kayla asked. "It's pretty awkward down there."

"Just be quiet I gotta headache like you wouldn't believe." Daryl replied.

"Okay."

Kayla walked around and sat in the chair next to Daryl's bed. He grabbed the plate off the bedside table and sat up to eat. Kayla just stared endlessly out the window and counted the stars like she does when she can't sleep.

"So what's going on downstairs?" Daryl's voice asked, bringing her back to reality.

"Hershel's not happy about today and everyone else is dealing with their own issues." She answered.

Another silence fell before Daryl spoke up. "What happened to your eye?" he asked. She turned her head towards him. "The scar." He clarified, pointing under his eye.

"Got a knife thrown at my face." Kayla answered with an angry tone, remembering the day she got it. "How'd you get the ones on your back?" Daryl fell silent seeing he must have hit a nerve in her. "My old man wasn't the loving father like most were." He answered. Kayla sat back. "Looks like that makes two of us." she replied, looking at the ground.

"Whadda you mean?" Daryl questioned.

"My dad hated me the second I was born." Kayla explained. "He and my mom were high school sweethearts from the start of ninth grade and got married after college. They planned on kids, but I was a bit of a surprise. During childbirth there were some complications and my mom died. My dad was so heartbroken about it he blamed me for killing my mom and took all that anger out on me. I got beat from the time I was six until I ran off after I graduated high school."

Daryl didn't know what to say. This girl had a similar background to his which no one else could really connect to or understand. Kayla dropped her head. "I'm gonna go back downstairs." She said standing up. Daryl watched her as she left and in the same fashion she entered. Now that she was gone he wanted her to come back.