Beth Greene walked into the bedroom and was surprised to realize that this room had similarities to that of her old bedroom at the farm. Same color paint, same curtains, even the bed spread was almost identical. She heard Daryl clear his throat behind her which brought her out of the small trance she had been in. She turned around and looked at him as he nodded towards a door to the side.

"Bathroom's in there. Sure ya' wanna get clean."

Beth couldn't help but smile at Daryl's awkward statement and she nodded in thanks as she walked to the door. Before she opened it Daryl spoke up again, "I'll be downstairs if ya need me."

Beth's hand lingered on the door knob, "I think I'll be fine. Thanks."

Daryl nodded and slowly turned to where the stairs were. Beth watched him descend down the stairs and then turned the knob to get a very much needed cleansing.

When she exited the bathroom, hair towel dried and teeth brushed, she was amazed by the quiet. After being in the woods for a long time, a person got used to the hoot of an owl or leaves scattering around. Or the undead moaning and groaning. Beth was sure if a needle dropped, she would most definitely hear it.

She was surprised to see new clothes sitting out on her bed. A pair of black sweatpants, a white t-shirt with a logo on it, and some boxers. Beth smiled at the thought of Daryl rummaging through the house for these and setting them on the bed for her.

He really did care for her. A lot.

Beth had known he had. Back at the funeral home, he had made that obvious. But for some reason through her delirious state she had not wanted to believe it. A small part of her still didn't want to believe it. That would mean there would be that much more heart ache. That much more pain.

She had been dead. At least that's what she remembers. The bright light. The peace she felt. It was all real. She was able to escape that demonized world and be free.

Then, before she could even start enjoying it, all that was whooshed away. She had had a searing pain in her head and she panicked when she realized she was in the back of a jeep. She had at first thought it had all been a dream. The hospital and everything and she was still being driven by her kidnappers. Then through the haze of her immense pain she realized the jeep wasn't moving.

She didn't know what else to do but start banging on the back window. She hadn't expected anyone to hear her but the back suddenly opened and suddenly arms were around her and suddenly she blacked out again.

Beth didn't remember anything after that until she finally awoke… In Grady Memorial Hospital.

Past…

"You're being selfish."

"I'M being selfish?! ME?!"

"I saved you and-"

"You mighta saved me but I didn't want your help. I NEVER wanted your help." Beth threw a book at Dr. Edwards and lifted herself out of bed.

"I was totally fine leaving this all behind. You couldn't have just left me?" Beth was a little unstable but got her bearings quick.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Somewhere that doesn't involve a damn hospital."

Present…

She had had nightmares for a while now. Every night almost. And this night was no different. It was the one with Gorman and a few men Beth and Dr. Edwards had come upon along their journey. She could still feel their hands, she could still smell their smell as they had grabbed her and abused her. If she hadn't learned a few simple combat moves from Daryl she would hate to think of how far those men would have gone. None had ever succeeded, but it still haunted her. The question "But What If?" haunted her.

She didn't even know she had been screaming. Until she felt a hand grab her arm and shake it. She could hear her name being screamed too.

Her eyes fluttered open and they met Daryl's whose eyes were concerned and scared. She was sweaty and clammy. Her heart was still pounding in her chest, almost as if it wanted to break out of her chest and run away.

She looked down at his hand gripping her forearm and she sighed, "Just a bad dream, Daryl. It's okay."

Daryl shook his head but said nothing. He just stared at her as she slowly got out of his grasp and turned on her side away from him. Not saying another word.

She heard him let out a deep breath and she felt the bed dip slowly behind her. She didn't even flinch when she felt him behind her, arms coming around her waist to rest above her stomach.

Beth looked down at his hands and then whispered, "I'm fine Daryl, ya' don't haveta-"

"Yeah I do, Beth."

His words silenced her and she could feel her body instantly relax in his arms. Soon after both their breathing slowed and they were both back to sleep in mere minutes.