Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This

Chapter 65

Author's Note: There are some characters when they are introduced you just hope they die quickly. Tomas was one of those. I know some sites have him as Thomas but since that's my son's name and I like that name, he's Tomas. REVIEW makes me happy. Thank you all for coming with me along this journey.

Glenn pushed a table to them. "Let's get him on the table!" he said.

Jewel nodded. "Maggie keep holding that," she instructed as she handed the woman a few towels they had found. "On the count of three. One two three," she said as Glenn, Rick and her picked Hershel up and moved him to the table.

The prisoner with the mustache looked at his fellow prisoners. "They don't look like no rescue team!"

Rick looked at them. "If you're waiting for a rescue team, don't," he hissed. "Let's move!"

"T open that door!" Jewel ordered.

The prisoner who had stayed quiet looked at them. "Are you crazy don't open that door!"

"We got this!" T responded as he opened the door and killed a few walkers.

"Daryl, point. Rick I'm going to need help pushing this!" Jewel said as she looked at her husband.

"I was planning on it," Rick said as they started going out the room. "Glenn get on the other side with Jewel," he ordered.

"Got it," Glenn said as they started walking backwards.

"This way!" Rick instructed as they turned a corner. "Daryl!"

"Get out of my way, bastard," Daryl said as he took out a walker.

"We're bein' followed," Jewel told Daryl as she passed him.

"I got it," Daryl said as he took the rear.

"He's losing to much blood!" Maggie cried.

Jewel glanced at Rick. "Just keep holding it," Jewel said as calmly as she could.

Rick went over to the door and pounded. "Carl let us in it's Hershel!"

Carl opened the door and let them in as he moved out of the way.

"Mar! Need you," Jewel yelled.

"Oh My God!" Carol exclaimed.

"Daddy!" Beth screamed as she started to move in front of the cell.

Summer grabbed her. "Let them work Beth. If you get in the way, it'll only hinder them helping," she said as she rubbed the other teens head. "Mitch stay out here with us, let them work alright?"

Mitch looked at her and nodded. "Is he going to die?" he asked. The child had seen a lot of death and no one wanted to lie to him.

"Not if we can help it," Mar said. "Jewel's the best in emergencies that I ever seen, it's a good thing she was with them. He's got a chance," Mar said as she grabbed to the side of the make shift gurney on Rick's side and helped him push it to the cells. "Turn it!" she told Glenn.

Jewel and Glenn turned the gurney and stopped at a cell. "We need to get him on the bed!" Jewel said.

"Did he get bit?" Beth asked as she cried into Summer's shoulder. "Is he going to turn?"

Carol, Jewel, Rick, Mar, Glenn and Lori all moved him to the cot. "Did you cut it off?" Lori asked Rick.

Jewel nodded. "We had to give him a chance," she answered.

"We need bandages!" Carol exclaimed.

"We used everything we had, including my shirt," Jewel said as she checked Hershel's pulse.

Mar looked at Carl. "There's some towels that we put aside in your mothers' cell for when the baby comes, go get them."

Carl nodded and went to find them.

"We may have some remnants of first aid kits in my bag and yours," Summer said.

Jewel nodded. "Go. Take Mitch and Beth with you."

"Beth sweetie go with Summer, bring us back what you find," Lori told the other blond teen.

"I'll look through every cell in this cell block, Mitch can be my little runner and bring back everything I find as I keep looking," Summer said.

"Be careful," Rick told her.

"I will," she said as she went with them.

"Carol hand me that pillow, we need to elevate his leg," Mar instructed her.

Rick squeezed Jewel's hand. "Do you think we can stabilize him?"

Jewel glanced at Mar then back at him. "It's going to have to stop itself. We'll need to keep it dressed. We need to find that infirmary."

"We can burn the wound to clot it. Stop the bleeding?" Glenn suggested. "Merle did it."

"Merle's a crazy Son Of A Bitch," Jewel answered. "If he's even alive, there's a chance that he damaged the arteries."

"The shock could kill him alone," Mar said as she squeezed Maggie's shoulder. "Your dad is tough, if anyone can survive this, he will," she said as she looked around. "Where's Daryl and T?"

"Did they…." Lori started to say.

Rick shook his head. "No, we found survivor's prisoners. They tried to follow us back. No body goes out of this cell block until we deal with those men outside," Rick told them.

"But we need to find the infirmary," Carl said as he handed them the towels.

"You heard your father," Lori told her son.

Mar looked at Rick and Jewel. She was worried about Daryl and T. "Why don't you go clean up, we got this," Mar said.

Carol nodded. "We'll call you if we need you," she told Jewel.

Jewel nodded as her and Rick got up. "We have some unfinished business anyway," Jewel said.

Rick put his hand on Glenn's shoulder. "Do not leave his side! If he dies, you need to be there for that. Think you can do this? Maggie will be there."

"Maggie's going to need you," Jewel said.

Glenn nodded. "I got it."

"I can bring T in…" Rick started.

"I got it," he repeated.

"Lori close this door quickly as we get out," Jewel ordered. "Mind if I steal your shirt?" she asked Rick.

Rick unbuttoned his shirt leaving him in a t shirt. "Always trying to get me out of my shirt," he said as she put it on.

"Caught me," she answered as she put it on with a smile. "Let's go," she said.

Summer's POV:

Mitch looked up at the teenager. "Is Mr. Hershel going to die like Dale?" he asked as his voice quivered after a few moments of walking in silence.

Summer bent down. "I don't know…but right now we have a job to do sweetboy. What does Hershel tell us?"

"Everyone has a job to do," Mitch answered like a pro.

"That's right. And your job right now is to run these cloths back down to everyone. Then you come right back," Summer said as she kissed the top of his head. "It's alright to be afraid…I am. Go on," she said as she stood up and watched him take the bag and go down the line of cells. She took a breath as she wiped a tear away that was escaping and walked into a cell. Summer started ripping out the bedding off the bed and looked up at the shelf where a small cross stood. She stood up and went over to it and picked it up. She closed her eyes and took a breath. "If you are takin' requests today, I'm really hoping that you have compassion to move us to the front of the list. I know that I really don't deserve any special treatment…but this isn't for me, not directly, it's for Hershel. He's a good Christian man. His daughters' need him, we all do. I don't know if you had any hand in this whole world goin' to hell in a hand basket, but Hershel believes that there's some purpose for it," she said as she sat on the cot. "We've all lost so many people. I'm not crazy enough to think that Merle or Kaden or even Shane are up there. But Jaqui…and Jane, and Luke and Sophia and Dale, Andrea…and the people from the farm. I'm hopin' Peter isn't up there….that he's alive for Mar's sake. We just found this prison…a good place for Lori and the baby, for Carl and Mitch to be kids. For mom and dad….to just be in love….Maggie and Glenn….Beth….Carol to grieve for Sophia. For Daryl and Mar to let whatever is going on develop. But this….happenin' to Hershel…if you take him, it would destroy us all. I'm askin' you, I'm beggin' you for this one JC….just let us have this win…let us enjoy it. Let us have one win….a victory. That isn't to much to ask is it? Please….we all need this…" Summer said as she let the tears fall. "We can't take much more….every lost takes more of our soul…because we are a real family. I'm not sure how much we….I…can handle. I don't know how many tears I got to give. How many graves I can dig until I just give up. Please, let Hershel be alright," she begged as she put the cross in her jeans pocket and wiped her eyes as she stood up when she heard Mitch approaching. She took the sheets and walked out of the cell. "Here you go buddy. Next cell!" she said as she tried to force a small smile.