A/N: I figure a little is better than none, right? Also, apologies, I messed up with chapter posting a couple of time. Thanks Peachuzoid for letting me know. :)
14.
Tyresse closed the doors on the bus and stayed low.
There was enough of a gap between himself and the walkers so that they had lost where he'd gone too and as long as he stayed quiet and out of sight he figured they'd be fine.
He'd carefully put Daryl down across one of the seats while he waited out of sight near the door, just in case he had to try and fight the walkers off. Luck was on their side though because the walkers stumbled onwards without looking towards the bus.
He sighed in relief as they kept going and they were spared. There was a niggling worry at the back of his mind that they were heading towards Sasha, Karen and the others. He just hoped they were going to stay quiet and hidden away.
He couldn't worry about them right now. Daryl was enough of a problem and he knelt down beside the unconscious man. He switched on the flash light and held it over Daryl's form. He checked Daryl was still out and he saw the man's features were pinched in pain, even in sleep.
He wished he had some of the medical supplies they'd taken with them, but he left them with the others.
He could recall Hershel getting a bag of supplies up for Carol to take for Daryl and he wondered if the woman had them with her. He was concerned though. Carol, Carl and Judith were all missing and he couldn't think of a good scenario where they'd leave Daryl alone when he was injured so gravely.
Running the light down Daryl's body he saw a large dark blood stain on his shirt. He pulled it up revealing a bandage also soaked through.
Tyresse peeled the bandage away and saw the wound across Daryl's stomach was badly swollen, the flesh around the stitches was red and puffy and the wound was weeping. The stitches had been pulled allowing the blood to flow again where the wound had been aggravated but it had slowed again now.
He had no choice but to recover the wound with the already soaked bandage having nothing clean to press against the vulnerable wound.
He placed his hand against Daryl's head and the man was still raging hot. The look of the wound made Tyresse believe that an infection might be starting and he'd have to venture out in daylight to see if he could find Carol, Carl and Judith or at least the supplies they'd had with them.
There was nothing much he could do for Daryl, so he pulled the shirt back down and left him to rest. He searched around the bus. Found a bottle of water under a seat that one of them had dropped in their haste to leave, a blanket left behind.
He covered Daryl in the blanket before he sat him up as best he could and poured a little liquid into Daryl's mouth. He turned his head away, the water dribbling back out before the hunters eyes opened a crack.
"Carl?" Daryl muttered.
"It's Ty. You're safe, okay? Drink." He held the bottle to Daryl's lips and Daryl took some of the liquid, drinking a decent amount.
When Daryl's eyes slipped closed again, Tyresse lowered the bottle. He wasn't sure Daryl had even swallowed and he gently shook the man until his eyes opened again.
"Stay with just a sec, okay? Where's Carol and the others?"
Daryl's brow creased and he closed his eyes again. Tyresse thought he was in too much pain to answer and he was ready to let the hunter rest. But then he spoke. Just one word, but it left Tyresse wishing he'd never asked.
"Dead."