"What.. what's going on out here?" I look down following the trail of blood outside and the sounds of yelling. I get out and see two burnt bodies on the ground, obviously done by someone in our camp "Oh my God" I spit out, turning to the side to try not to hurl everywhere.
I mange to keep my food down, barely, and Rick addresses Tyreese "we know what you're going through right now, but you've got to calm down."
"You need to step the hell back!" Tyreese yells in his face, the large man towering over Rick.
"She wouldn't want you being like this." He responds. Tyreese looses it though, and starts to attack Rick. "Stop!" I shout out. Daryl jumping in to try and separate them. "Stop!
Carol also yells. "Stop!"
Daryl gets Tyreese off of him, ending it all "that's enough. That's enough!" He grunts getting pushed aside.
Rick attacks Tyreese though, getting in a good enough hit to send him to the ground. "RICK! STOP!" we all yell at him. He pounds into him, Tyreese bloody on the ground.
"Stop." Daryl gets a hold of Rick.
"Let go of me!" Rick yells crazed.
Daryl doesn't loosen his grip "No. No."
"Let go of me!" Rick manages to push him off. Daryl stumbling back into me.
Rick stops attacking Tyreese, looking down at his bloody hands, sweat dripping off his head. He catches his breath for a moment before turning and walking away from us all.
I follow him out, wanting to take a look at his wounds and his hand. I don't say anything until we get back into the cell block "can I look at you?" I ask him. He sits down putting his head in his other hand while I grab a first aid kid. I look at his face first, careful touching his lip as it's swollen and bloody. He moves back a little at my touch but I tell him it's nothing time won't heal "now, the hand.." I say leaving my hand out for him to place it in there. I look at it closely while wiping at the blood with some gauze and peroxide "good news, none of these cuts need stitches.." I start to wrap it up "I wouldn't plan on much typing the next few days" I chuckle out to try and ease the tension. He doesn't respond though, staying frigid. "You okay?" I ask him.
"It hurts" he says slightly moving the hand I just wrapped.
"I wasn't talking about the hand." I inform him. "We just went through something terrible. Everything we've been working so hard to keep out, it found its way in." I say about what happened.
"No. It's always there." He says back without looking at me.
Hershel steps into the room then, addressing Rick "council meeting tomorrow morning. Thought you should know." It's silent, Rick not looking back to him, I stand up to put the kit away. Hershel adds on "we just lost some of our own. Two more were killed in cold blood. We could be facing an outbreak."
Rick responds now "I think I've done enough damage for one day."
Hershel gives me a nod, suggesting I leave the room and I nod back letting him know I agree. He says to Rick "I've fallen off the wagon before."
"That's what this is?" I hear Rick respond back before being fully out of ear shot.
I head out and make my ways towards death row, offering to help Dr. S with whatever he needs. He's getting sluggish, tired, and we both know that he's coming down with whatever it is Patrick had. I help the other patients as best I can, more just making them as comfortable as can be. We move everyone into quarantine when it's clear that the survivors of cell block D are all infected. We shut the door, and I sit in the corner, near a window, waiting for someone to come in and try to kill them off. I let the anger of what that person did dwell inside of me, those people were alive, they could have fought this thing. Someone took away their chance. The idea that someone I'm living with has such a disregard for human life, that they can live with themselves after what they did drives me nuts, and I want them found maybe as much as Tyreese does.
"Oh, there you are. Took me damn near forever to find you." Daryl comes into the hallway talking to Tyreese. The lighting where they are standing is dim, and I don't even think Tyreese knows I'm waiting there. "Whatcha doing?" He asks him.
"Somebody needs to stand watch." Tyreese says lowly, anger emitting off of him.
"Man, I want to find them, too. Put a bullet in them for what they did." Daryl offers his opinion, as if it would make a difference to the way he feels. "These people are cut off. Ain't no way anyone's getting in and out without a whole bunch of people seeing 'em."
"Sasha's in there. I ain't going nowhere." Tyreese insists.
Daryl spits back "standing guard ain't gonna do no good unless we come back with them meds." I can see his head nod, truly believing what he's saying. "All right." he sighs out. "We're gassing up by the front gate in case you change your mind." Daryl begins to walk out.
"I'll go" I step out of the shadows and out into the light behind him.
He stops and turns around to face me "you ain't comin'" he tells me firmly.
"You're not in charge of me Daryl. I want to come and get these meds, we need them" I argue him.
He eyes me, and I shift my weight to my other foot feeling self conscious, he hasn't looked at me like that in months, maybe longer "No." he finally says turning to walk away again.
I walk forward, coughing a little but determined to keep up with him "you don't have to babysit me anymore Daryl." I yell out to him.
He turns again fast on his heels "It ain't bout babysittin', you're sick. You need to get in quarantine and rest" he points back towards where we just came from.
I shake my head "I'm not sick."
He looks at me with wide eyes "yer sweatin' bullets jus tryin' to keep up with me, I ain't even goin' fast.. Yew ain't comin'" he reiterates "yew can't." He adds on lowly.
"Daryl" I go to argue but his voice calls over mine.
"Carol!" He yells into the air. Shortly after he calls she appears from around a corner, looking to him "Get Sadie into quarantine" he tells her and she nods back. When I turn to look at him again he's already storming off and I find myself standing there mouth gaped open after him.
"Come on" Carol comes over to me putting a hand on my shoulder, but it's gentle, as if she doesn't want to touch me. She keeps her face covered with a bandanna and I follow her towards the quarantined area.