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Chapter 6

3 days later Germany

"Why isn't she waking up?"

Daryl eyed Andrea and Perez, the worry etched deep into his face. The last three days had been a load of worry etched into his gut.

Andrea along with the bases doctors had managed to operate successfully on Carol. She'd lost her part of her spleen, and a small part of her bowel and stomach. They'd been in the operating room for hours, trying to find all the places she was bleeding from, as he'd watched from a window outside the room, his hand up on the glass.

And then they got scared cause her brain was swelling, head injury, blood loss, with every thing she'd been through they weren't one hundred percent sure as to why

Andrea with a hand on his shoulder had put it to him quite plainly. They were putting her into a medically induced coma, and hoping like hell she was able to wake up at the end of it.

Rick had assigned him and Perez to go with Carol and Andrea to Germany. Keep the press at bay, make sure no unfriendlies got retaliation in their head, but the trip had been queit. They had spent the last two days staring at her body stretched out on the bed, tubes stuck down her throat.

"Daryl...a medically induced coma, it's time, time for her body to rest and use less energy to recuperate. She needs longer than two days...Perez and I are going to get something to eat why don't you come with us." She'd finished.

He shook his head no trying to inconspicuously wipe away a tear. "Bring me something back" he said and they nodded.

He moved his chair closer to her, bringing his hand up he'd placed it across her abdomen careful to avoid her incisions. Her brought her other hand up to press a kiss to her fingertips before pressing his face to the bed beside her hip. His shoulders started to shake as he couldn't hold himself back anymore.

"Don't do this to me, don't you dare do this to me."

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One Month Later

Don't do this to me. Don't you dare do this to me.

The sunlight was streaming in on her, like a cast of light illuminating a heavenly glow. Carol, batted at her nose. No...too sleepy. It wasn't time to wake. She wanted to rest and be peaceful. She wanted bury herself in the blankets and burrow into their warmth. But the sun was bright and shinning in her eyes and the warmth was radiating through her skin the way she'd always woken in the past.

"I told them all they had to do was open the curtains and you'd wake up"

Carol's eyes burst open at the familiar voice. She was in a hospital room. A very bright and cheerful one from what she could see.

She closed her eyes and tried to bring her hand to her nose. Her limbs felt weak and atrophied. She quickly wiggled her toes and and fingers insuring they were In fact still there.

"Everything is right where it is supposed to be and then some Angel Face."

She smiled and looked over at her Gram.

"Where am I? " she asked her mind struggling to clear.. To make sense of all that had happened...Daryl.

"Daryl!" She said suddenly, in a frantic voice. Her Gram came over to her and patted her hand.

"It's alright Angel Face. He is quite safe. Still over there, and not too damn happy about it either. Been calling three times a day to check up on you...boy must be rich to afford that phone bill. The army wouldn't let him come home state side with you, he's frantic...with worry. A little less now though since you've been waking from the coma." Her Gram said.

"Coma?" She asked incredulously.

"Yes Angel face you where so badly hurt they put you into a coma... Needed to give your brain a chance to heal they said. I think you are just so stubborn they knew you would need the extra rest." Her Gram said with a chuckle as she continued to crochet. "They have been waking you all week, cutting the drugs back. Today's the first day you have been making any sense." Her Gram said stopping to look up at Carol "you scared the shit out of me Carol."

"Gram!" Carol looked at her Gram in shock, never had she ever heard her Gram curse.

"Well Angel Face...some situations call for a cuss...you ever do this to me again, I'll tan your hide...even if your are pregnant." Her Gram said

"What?!...Pregnant?"

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It was so fucking hot. He tossed and turned, on his bunk in his humid little room on base. He pulled out a picture he'd cut from a newspaper in Germany. It was Carol, obviously working somewhere, hot, a white tank top obscured by a toddler she was carrying on her hip. Her eyes were laughing as she stared down at the child. He loved that look on her face, the more he learned about her the more he loved her.

He bit his lip at that thought. He loved her. Head over heels, in love, she had to make it.

Her Gramother had answered every call he'd made. Slightly bemused at his worry he was pretty sure. The past two and half weeks since she'd been gone had been torture. He needed to know she was okay, if he hadn't talked to her Gramother regularly he would have gone insane.

A knock on the door had him folding the picture and placing it back into the breast pocket of his shirt.

"Come in"

Rick stepped into the room with an odd expression on his face "You need to pack up, you're heading home."

"What...is it Carol? ..." He asked

"No Daryl...you're father is dead."