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Mr. Dixon
About a minute after he made the call, the timid girl shuffled into the room. Daryl remained silent as she gently scooped his belongings from the ground and handed them to him, she offered him a smile, which didn't reach her tired eyes.
"Is there anything else you need Mr. Dixon?" She asked politely. Daryl scoffed and turned his attention to the bag containing his things.
"Stop calling me that and show me where the remote is for the TV." He scooted away as the girl came closer to his bed. She reached under the armrest and pulled the remote from its hiding place, then handed it to him.
"The remote is just under the armrest, it has Velcro on the back, so when you' re done you can just stick it back under if you want." She smiled briefly at him. "Is there anything else you need Mr. Dix- Daryl?" She stumbled over her words and turned a light pink.
"Do all hospitals like to hide the remotes?" Daryl grumbled, he pressed the power button and settled down into his pillows.
"I'm sorry what was that?" Beth looked at him quizzically, Daryl just waved at her.
"It's nothing, I'm good."
"Okay, I'll be back in an hour to take your order for dinner." She waited a moment before leaving the room once more. Daryl figured that he should probably treat the girl better before she spits in his food.
Daryl ripped his bag open and snagged his phone, the charger, and his wallet. In his wallet was a worn piece of paper with a number scribbled on it in red ink, he smoothed it out, then used the hospital phone to dial the number. It rang twice before an agitated voice answered the other line.
"Who the hell is this?"
"Daryl, I got into a motorcycle accident asshole." It was no surprise when his brother, Merle, started laughing hysterically.
"You got yourself clipped little brother? Do you need a band aid, or how about some training wheels for that bike you got?" Merle was known for his ability to take joy in the most inconvenient times, Daryl's head pounded harder as his brother's chuckles blasted in his ears.
"I'm in the hospital and I need clothes, could you bring me enough for a week?" Merle's laughter finally died off.
"Damn boy, you must have fucked yourself up real bad. I'll bring you clothes, which hospital are you at?"
"Southern Georgia Medical Center."
"The one by the Greene farm?"
"Yeah, old man Greene's son is my doctor." Daryl sighed at Merle's enthusiasm, when he was a teenager, Merle worked for Hershel Greene two summers in a row to help pay his way towards getting an apartment. Merle always says that he became a man that summer thanks to that job, but Daryl still thinks his brother acts like a child.
"Okay, I'll drop the clothes off in an hour." Merle hung up before Daryl could thank him, he chucked the hospital phone back on the table net to him, then focused on the TV. He couldn't find anything interesting on the TV, so he put on the news and stared at the screen in boredom. Truth be told, the news often aggravated Daryl, every story the news anchors delivered often sounded like a load of gossip. He looked on anyways, and listened to how the world was fucking ending day by day.
An hour passed by and his head started to pound, like a massive heart was throbbing in his brain, he was about to call a nurse, but he heard a familiar boastful voice nearing his room.
"I tell ya blondie, my brother is an asshole, so if ya need a break from his ass please just give ole' Merle a phone call." Daryl scowled as Merle entered the room with Beth at his side, the girl was holding a laminated piece of paper in her hands.
"Hey brother! You look like shit!" Merle walked over to Daryl's bed and dropped a gym bag down on the floor. "I got you clothes for a couple of days in here."
"I needed clothes for a week." Daryl grumbled, he eyed Beth, who still stood in the doorway. He called out to her. "You need something?"
"I need your order for dinner." She approached the bed next to Merle and handed Daryl the menu.
"I'm not hungry." He went to give the menu back, but Merle snatched it from his hands.
"Yes, he is, now listen Blondie. Daryl doesn't like pudding, he's more of a fruity jello type of guy, and he likes steak." Merle smirked and handed the menu back to Beth who nodded, she left the room shortly after.
"You ought to treat that pretty girl better Daryl. Also, I met one of the nurses here, her name is Andrea and she is a hot piece of tail. I figure that I'd use your inability to get your own clothes as an excuse to come back." Merle smirked to himself, then leaned against Daryl's bed and crossed his arms. "You know who did this to you?"
"Not yet, but the fucker will pay if my bike was destroyed." Merle nodded and stared up at the TV screen. "When did you start watching the news?"
"When I got a fucking concussion." Daryl muttered numbly, his brother snickered.
"How's the pain?"
"I think my hospital bill will hurt more than what I'm feeling right now, but I can't really move anything right now without it hurting."
"That fucking sucks. Gotta take a piss yet?"
"Yeah."
"I'll go get Blondie for ya then."
"Merle, you fucking asshole, help me up." His brother chuckled and slowly helped Daryl to his feet.
I love the Dixon brother dynamic! The next chapter will be in Beth's point of view.