Author Notes: Sorry for the long wait, real life just got in the way. This chapter didn't really turn out like I wanted but I couldn't figure out how to add in what I have in mind just yet so bare with me until I do? Thanks, enjoy!

His head was throbbing but as he went to sit up, he discovered that his hands were tied above his head. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around, trying to see through the darkness of the room. He couldn't remember what had happened, what he could remember was going on a supply run with Glenn, Rick and T-Dog when they had been separated. He and Glenn had locked themselves in an apartment...

"God Dammit, Glenn!" Daryl growled, realized he wasn't dead like he was suppose to be.

"I couldn't do it." Glenn whispered from somewhere on Daryl's right.

Daryl turned his head the best he could as a candle was lit and Glenn's face came into view. The kid looked like he had been crying for hours. His baseball cap was missing, which was odd for Daryl to see unless the kid was sleeping.

"Fuck!" Daryl slammed his head back onto the pillow, "What the fuck did you hit me with, my head is killing me?"

"The gun." Glenn replied, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Daryl didn't move as Glenn reached out and touched his forehead with the back of his hand.

"You don't have a fever yet." Glenn smiled sadly.

"How long have I been out?"

"A few hours. It took me a while to get you into the bedroom and on the bed." Glenn replied, "I thought you were going to wake up before I did."

"Damn kid, next time just fucking kill me like a told ya."

"No. Not if I don't have too."

"What the hell ya talkin' about?" Daryl used his feet to push himself up a little on the bed, "I was bit, it's a death sentence."

"Jim already had a fever and said his whole body felt like glass within a few hours after he was bit."

"So?"

"So, it's been at least five hours since you were bit."

"And Jenner said it could take up to eight."

"Then we wait another three."

"Then what?" Daryl growled, "You gonna untie me after the eight hours are up and risk it taking just a little longer for me?"

Glenn didn't say anything as he stood back up and walked over to the small window, peering out into the street below. Daryl just stared up at the ceiling, working on a way to get Glenn to see what needed to be done, and soon. He also knew that Glenn was right. According to others, he should have a fever by now and his whole being should be in pain but there was nothing. Daryl felt completely okay, like he wasn't even bit in the first place.

"I made a sign with one of the bed sheets and some spray paint I found in the closet for Rick and T-Dog to find us." Glenn finally whispered back. "I was able to hang it out the window in the living room but there are still to many out there for them to actually get to us though."

"If you insist keeping me tied up could you at least allow me to sit up?" Daryl asked, ignoring Glenn's statement.

"Yeah, sorry." Glenn walked back over to the bed and leaning over Daryl, he worked at the knot he had tied, loosing it.

Once Daryl was free he rubbed at his wrists before moving into a comfortable sitting position on the bed. Before Glenn could tie him back up, he noticed the bandage on his forearm, cocking an eyebrow he looked at his husband.

Glenn shrugged, "It stopped bleeding so I decided to clean and bandage it."

"You wasted supplies on me." Daryl hissed and almost jerked away when Glenn grabbed his hands to tie him back up.

"You could be grateful."

"For what?" Daryl huffed out a laugh, "That yer being selfish and keepin' me 'live when we know what's goin' to happen to me? Or that you denied me the dignity of dying instead a comin' back as one a them?"

Glenn rolled his eyes as he double checked the new knot before standing back up, "I won't let it get that far. If you die, I promise to shoot you before you come back."

"Well, at least you're willing to do that." Daryl growled sarcastically as he tugged at the rope around his wrists, "Where did you find this anyway?"

Glenn was standing at the window again, looking out into the dark of the night. "In the closet with the spray paint. Whoever lived here before must have been some sort of artist or something."

Daryl nodded but didn't say anything else. They just fell silent. Daryl fell back asleep and Glenn just kept looking out the window. It was going to be a long day if Rick and T-Dog weren't able to get to them soon. Glenn sighed and pulled the dining chair he had taken from the main room next to the window and plopped down with a stale pop-tart he had found in the kitchen. There had been some canned food as well, along with a few warm bottles of water in the fridge so it wasn't like they were going to starve while they waited.

He guessed that was the only good thing about the whole situation they were currently in.