Katelyn stared out the window the whole way in the truck. No one said a word to each other and she was glad because she was in too much pain to carry on a conversation. Upon arriving, Daryl slammed out of the truck, coming around to her side and opened the door. Taking her arm, he pulled her out of the truck. Unfortunately, her feet didn't move as fast as his and she was forced to jump on her bad ankle. Landing on it, she crumpled immediately, startling Daryl who stopped abruptly.

Still trying to play off the whole thing, Katelyn tried to stand but now Daryl was alert and watching her like a hawk. Standing up, she wasn't leaning any weight on it, and Daryl's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"You wanna tell me what's wrong or are you gonna make me guess?" Daryl asked in a deceptively calm voice.

Katelyn looked up at him and tried to blink back tears, but Daryl saw them.

"What the hell?" Daryl swore, trying to figure out what was going on.

Katelyn shook her head when Daryl started coming toward her, putting out her arms to stop him.

"What is wrong with your leg?" He asked, pointing at her leg as he reached in to grab it, causing Katelyn to lose her balance and fall backwards.

Daryl moved quickly however, and grabbed her before she fell, lowering her to the ground slowly. Katelyn chewed on her lip when Daryl took her leg and pulled up her jeans. Katelyn cried out and grabbed his arm the minute he began to untie her shoe and Daryl knew she was injured.

Dropping his head down to stare at the ground, Daryl put his hands on his hips and tried to gather a semblance of patience. Leaning down, he slid his arms under her knees and shoulders, picking her up. Katelyn didn't say a word as he walked inside.

Everyone turned to look at them as he walked into the makeshift medical room and sat her down on the table. Lifting her leg gently, he starting tugging at the laces again. Katellyn sucked in her breath, letting it out slowly, trying to breathe through the pain.

"You wanna tell me now?" Daryl asked, irritated that he was irritated more than anything, and upset that she waited this long to say anything. Not that she had actually said anything.

"I just twisted it." Katelyn said, trying to minimize the situation. She completely ignored Daryl's wishes for her to stay and because of it, she ended up injured which could have hurt the group. She felt like an ass.

Daryl nodded, slowly removing the shoe. Running his hands along her upper ankle, he slid his fingers under the sock to roll it down. Katelyn sucked in her breath sharply and Daryl's eyes flew up to her face. Her face lost its color almost immediately. Daryl was furious but more because he was worried.

"Lay down." He said quietly, trying to keep his voice calm.

Katelyn swallowed, took a deep breath and laid back.

Daryl pulled the rest of the sock off.

"Shit Katelyn!" He yelled, losing all of his calm and patient promises.

Her ankle was huge and black and blue with purple blotches all over it.

"Hershel!" Daryl yelled, stepping back with his hands on his hips, pacing in front of her.

He didn't know what made him more upset; that she had stubbornly refused to stay, or that she was hurt now because of it.

"Son of a bitch!" Daryl muttered under his breath, walking over to the medical supplies to look for an ice pack.

Finding one, he squeezed it until it popped and then shook it. Walking back over to Katelyn, he glanced at her pale face and sighed.

He didn't like the worry that came with love, that was for sure.

Turning her leg over onto its side so it was comfortable, he grabbed a pillow and placed it under her leg for support. Laying the ice pack on her ankle, he put both hands on the table and sighed before looking at Katelyn again.

"When you stepped in the hole?" He asked.

Katelyn nodded.

"So you've been walking on that for three hours?" He asked, knowing he wasn't going to like the answer. He just didn't like the thought of her suffering for all that time and him not knowing about it.

Katelyn didn't say anything.

Hershel came in, using his crutch to walk. Coming to stand at the end of the table, he took one look at her ankle and sighed.

"She's been walking on the damn thing for hours." Daryl stated, looking for some reinforcement to the "crazy" that was Katelyn.

Hershel shook his head.

"Well… I'd say it looks like a nasty sprain but we could x-ray it to make sure." Hershel said, looking at Katelyn.

Daryl closed his eyes and shook his head. His anger left him as he confronted the fact that he couldn't keep her locked up in a tower. She was living in the same world he was and her chance of survival improved greatly the more she knew how to take care of herself.

As soon as her ankle was better, he was determined to teach her a few things...like how to not step in a damn hole!

Walking over to the head of the table, he brushed her hair back from her face and bent down. Turning her face, she looked up at him pathetically.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

Leaning in, he pressed his forehead against hers and smirked.

"You are the biggest pain in the ass ever, but that's not going to change how I feel about you." Daryl whispered back, "However, if you get hurt and don't tell me again, I'm gonna kick your ass."

Katelyn attempted to smirk, but it looked more like a grimace.

"Come on. Let's take you down to the damn x-ray machine." Daryl said, lifting her off the table.

Hershel followed them.

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The Governor was furious. Those sons of bitches had gotten away again. He wasn't sure why they'd come; He assumed they were there to raid the town, but it was suspicious. The fact that it happened after Andrea's "friend" arrived, made him more suspicious. Moving quickly toward her apartment, he knocked on the door. He heard a yelp from inside and decided to kick the door in.

Slam!

Carol was hiding behind the bed. She didn't have to act scared because she was scared.

Surprised that he'd found her here, he didn't know what to make of the cringing figure on the floor who looked up at him fearfully.

Shaking, Carol stood.

"Is everything all right?" Phillip drawled, looking suspiciously around the room.

"I heard the gunshots." Carol rambled.

Phillip sighed. He had expected duplicitous behavior, not a truly frightened woman. His suspicion was allayed.

"There were, but everything's allright." He assured her, "Why don't you stay with Andrea and I for tonight. I've got a guest bedroom in my apartment."

Carol blinked rapidly, her fear causing her to be quiet, making Phillip actually feel badly for the woman. She was just what Andrea described.

"I'm all right. Just shaken. The last time there were that many gunshots…" She trailed off, thinking of when the herd overran the farm.

"Well, you're safe here. I give you my word." The Governor guaranteed, offering comfort to the woman who stood before him.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"I'll send Andrea to you in a little bit. To make sure you're okay." Phillip told her, before backing out of the room.

Carol collapsed on her bed in relief.