"Open the door! It's Hershel! Carl!" Rick yelled and we all ran over to the door and saw Maggie and Rick rolling a bloody Hershel on a metal table.
The rolled him into his room and put him on his bed.
"Oh, I need bandages." Carol said.
"We used everything we had." Glenn replied.
"Well, get more. Anything!"
Lori turned to Carl, "Go get the towels from the back, right next to my bed."
"Mommy, is Hershel gonna be okay?" Jamie whispered.
"I don't know, baby." I answered.
"Is he gonna die?" Beth asked.
"No, no, no, no. He's gonna be okay." Lori told the young girl.
"You think you can stabilize him?" Rick asked Carol.
"I need to keep his leg elevated. Get some pillows." Carol said.
Rick ran out of the cell to get the pillows for Carol, "He's already bled through the sheets."
"We can burn the wound to clot the blood. I can start a fire." Glenn said.
"No, please don't do this."
"No, the shock could kill him." Carol replied as Lori gave her the towels. "It's not gonna stop the arteries from bleeding. We need to keep it dressed and let it heal on its own."
I noticed Daryl didn't come in yet, so I headed towards the door.
"Hey, this is my house, my rules. I go where I damn please. I go where I damn please." A man said and I walked out and saw five guys in prison jumpsuits, and one of them was aiming his gun at T-Dog.
Daryl turned to look at me, "Vi, get back in there."
The guy with the gun looked at me and smirked. I didn't like him at all.
"Violet! Get in there." Daryl commanded.
"Why don't you let the little lady do what she wants, hick?" The guy asked.
"I didn't ask for your opinion did I?" Daryl snapped at the man, "Vi!"
I nodded before going back into the cell block. I pulled Jamie to me. Rick, T-Dog, and Daryl left with the prisoners and I decided to distract Jamie from Hershel. I grabbed his crayons and a notebook I found on a run and he started coloring. A while later I heard T-Dog's voice.
"Food's here."
"What you got?" Carl asked as he opened the door.
"Canned beef, canned corn, canned cans." T-Dog answered as he and Rick walked into the cell block with boxes and bags of food, "There's a lot more where this came from."
"Any change?" Rick asked Glenn.
"Bleeding is under control and no fever, but his breath is labored and his pulse is way down and he hasn't opened his eyes yet." Lori answered.
"Take my cuffs, put them on him. I'm not taking any chances." Rick told Glenn before walking away to put down his bags of food.
I rubbed Glenn's shoulder for a second before going back to my cell to watch Jamie. Later, I went into Hershel's room and saw Maggie sitting next to her father.
"Hey." I greeted.
She looked up at me before looking back at her dad. I stood in the corner and watched Hershel. Then I noticed that his breathing stopped.
"What's happening? Beth asked, looking down at Hershel, "Do something! Somebody help! Somebody!"
Lori rushed into the room and she checked for a heart beat. Beth started sobbing and I hugged the younger girl to me. I watched as Lori pinched Hershel's nose and breathed into his mouth and then pushed on his chest. As Lori breathed into his mouth again, Hershel's arm wrapped itself around her and Beth let out a scream and Lori backed away. Hershel gasped, his eyes wide open before falling asleep again.
"Hershel stopped breathing. Mom saved him." Carl said.
"It's true."
Rick walked into the cell and nodded at us.
"Still no fever." Lori said.
Hershel's eye lids started moving, and Maggie and Beth leaned closer.
"Daddy?" Maggie asked.
"Daddy." Beth smiled.
Rick took his key and took the handcuffs off of Hershel. Hershel looked around before his eyes settled on Rick and he held his hand out to him. Rick grasped it and kneeled down next to the man. Lori left the room and Rick held Hershel's hand out to Beth, "Come here." I smiled at the family moment before leaving the cell to give them some alone time.
Daryl was outside the room, and I grabbed his hand before leading him to my cell.
"I'm sorry." I said when I let go of his hand, "I shouldn't have yelled at you. You were only trying to look out for me."
"Yeah, what was that about?" Daryl asked.
"I haven't been feeling well. I've been moody, and I'm sorry." I answered.
"You haven't been feelin' well?"
"Cramps. Girl thing, you know." I replied.
"Right. Once a month girl thing. Got it." Daryl responded.
I smiled before kissing him, "What happened with the prisoners?"
"Three didn't make it. We put the remaining two in another cell block. If they bother us, Rick'll kill 'em." Daryl answered.
I nodded and Jamie ran in, "Daddy!"
"Hey, kid." Daryl replied as he picked him up.
"I'm gonna go start dinner." I told him before kissing him again and leaving my cell.