The people in C Block were getting suspicious.
Most of the group were in D block and every time one of them came back in the regular cell block, it was just to grab something and they were soon off again.
Glenn whispered to Karen and Sasha to try and keep people calm and he'd go and speak to Rick, ask him what they should tell people because something had to be said.
Glenn made his way outside, went through the yard to enter D block that way.
He passed by Rick talking to Carl. The youngster had his head bowed, hat obscuring his features as he spoke. As he passed, Glenn heard Carl mutter something about tying him up and making him watch, and he saw Carl absently rubbing his wrists, noticed a little patch of red raw skin there and he saw Rick clench his jaw in anger at what his son had endured.
Although it was Rick he wanted to speak too, he knew now wasn't the time and headed inside D block. Glenn sought out Maggie first of all, who was in the same cell as Daryl. Beth sat beside her sister, both of them on the floor, leaning against the wall opposite Daryl.
Glenn pulled Maggie into an embrace and then he pulled Beth in too with his other arm, seeing the young girls fear written plainly on her face.
They held one another for a few minutes before they felt comfortable enough to release one another.
Glenn sat on the other side of Maggie and looked over to the cot where Daryl's lay. "How is he?"
"Dad says he's not critical. Nothing life threatening. But he's hurting." She lowered her voice more when she spoke again. "I don't think we'll have enough painkillers for him and we can't risk going on a run after this. Nothings that serious it can kill him, but infection..."
"Maggie, stop," Glenn thought about it for a moment before saying anything. "There must be plenty we can do to make him comfortable. So we'll do whatever we have to do."
He heard Beth sniffle and swipe at her eyes, and Maggie pulled her youngster sister closer too her.
They sat together in silence until the appearance of others at the cell door broke them from their own thoughts. Rick and Carl stood there, Rick's look was a mixture of anger and despair while Carl wore a mask.
"We can give you some time alone with him if you want," Maggie suggested.
Carl shook his head. "I just wanted to see him for myself."
Beth sat forward to catch Carl's attention. "He'll be okay." she said, an assurance in her voice.
"You don't know that," Carl replied.
"He's tough. Like Daddy," Beth said, looking to Maggie for her reassurance. her sister smiled back.
Carl shook his head and left the room but Rick didn't follow, his eyes not having left Daryl since he came in.
"We don't we get some bits from C Block. Seems like we're going to need some supplies over here," Glenn suggested, making sure he included both Maggie and Beth. Both nodded and all three got to their feet.
Before passing Rick, Maggie put her hand on Rick's arm. "Stay with him until I get back? I promised Carol I wouldn't leave him alone. If you're worried about anything, my Dad's in the next cell. Just yell."
Rick nodded stepping into the cell as the others left.
Rick could hear the others talking quietly by the cell block's entrance but he didn't concentrate on them. Instead he went and crouched down beside the bed Daryl was laying on.
He looked hot, a layer of sweat covering his skin. He lay a hand against Daryl's forehead, moved it to his cheek and felt the warmth of his skin.
They couldn't afford Daryl to get an infection and he hoped this was just some sort of shock from the injuries he'd suffered.
His mind raced at what Carl had told him.
How The Governor had grabbed Carl after they'd been distracted by a small group of walkers and forced Daryl to throw down his weapons unless he wanted to be responsible for Carl's death. So of course, Daryl had done as he was told and The Governor's men had emerged from somewhere.
Carl hadn't gone into details about what had happened, just that they had tied him up and tied up Daryl and made him watch as they hurt Daryl.
Rick had tried to press on that topic but Carl clammed up and so he let it drop.
He realised his hand still lingered against Daryl and moved his touch from the injured man. He stood up, knees protesting at having been kept that way for so long and he moved to the end of the bed, sitting on the bed by Daryl's legs while he waited for Maggie to return.