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Chapter 22: Faith

Daryl ran with Brooke limp in his arms and her head resting on his chest. Lori was still holding Dean and crying hard. Dean kept calling for Brooke and she was getting weaker and weaker.

"Brooke, come on you need to stay awake." He begged her.

"I'll be okay Daryl. I'm immune remember?" she whispered. He looked at his blood covered shirt and jeans. He didn't have to say anything because he knew she was just trying to make him feel better. Beth and Maggie were already getting things ready and Daryl quickly laid Brooke on the bed. Rick had already begun to tell the others that Brooke was not going to get infected but she needed blood. O negative was the rarest blood type and if they didn't get enough into her soon, she would bleed out. Rick didn't have to remind the people that she was one of the leaders of the rebellion but there weren't that many O negatives. The people who knew their blood type lined up to donate their blood. They wanted this to be a thank you and they also didn't want Daryl to be a widower and they didn't want Dean to be motherless.

Meanwhile, Brooke was lying in the bed coming in and out. Daryl was holding her good hand begging her to stay awake. She could hear Herschel walking in with a little bit of blood ready for her.

"Daryl, this isn't the amount that we need but if we don't start now she won't have a chance. " Herschel explained. "We need to put this around her mouth so she doesn't scream too loudly. We're already on high alert but we can't attract anymore walkers."

"Do what you have to do." Daryl told Herschel and he nodded.

"Beth! Maggie!" Herschel called and they ran in with the supplies that were needed. Brooke would be able to feel everything and that made Daryl cringe. "Brooke, we need you to be as quiet as possible but for an extra measure we're going to put a piece of cloth in your mouth. Do you understand?"

"Yes." She replied weakly.

"Alright, let's get started." Herschel said. Daryl still held her hand as Beth and Maggie began to clean up her wound. She winced in pain but didn't cry out. She gripped onto Daryl's hand tightly as the towels dabbed into her sensitive wounds. Herschel brought out the needle and dug into her flesh. She cried out in agony but they were muffled due to the cloth.

"Come on Brooke, you can do it." Daryl told her but she started to see black spots. The pain was worse than she could ever imagine, and oddly enough worse than childbirth. She started to shake violently and breathe harshly. "Herschel, what's happenin'?" The black spots came in a frenzy as she cried and finally fell back into the bed. "Brooke!" Daryl yelled but he didn't get a response. "No!"

"Maggie, check her pulse!" Herschel ordered and Maggie quickly checked her.

"Faint but still there. She needs the transfusion now or else she isn't going to make it!" Maggie warned and started to push Daryl out of the room.

"Maggie I'm not leavin'!" Daryl told her.

"I'm sorry Daryl but you have to. We need more room to operate." Maggie told him calmly. Maggie quickly shut the door before he could try and fight her. Daryl threw his hands on his forehead in horror. Was Brooke going to live? Would she be able to recover? A nurse ran in with some more blood transfusions as he leaned back against the wall chewing nervously at the skin on his thumbnail. He heard the door to the waiting room open and saw Becky with Dean in her arms.

"Da." Dean whimpered and Daryl ran over to Becky. He grabbed his son and hugged him tightly.

"How is she?" Becky asked.

"She passed out when he was operatin' on her. They don't know if she'll make it or not." Daryl informed and Becky bit her lip to keep from crying. "I should've gotten there sooner."

"Daryl this isn't your fault." Becky said. "No one could've predicted this would happen. We thought the world was safer but we thought wrong. Those things are still out there."

"Somethin' could've been done." Daryl said.

"There's always something we think could've been done. In the end, we all know it couldn't have." She replied.

"There're so many things I could've done." Daryl groaned.

"You did the best you could. You took care of your son and took care of Brooke." Becky said.

"Becky, she could be-"

"Don't you dare think that way." Becky said. "We have to think positively. We have to have faith for Brooke." They waited for hours for some sort of news and Daryl was becoming more impatient. The door finally opened and Herschel walked out of the room with blood on his hands and arms.

"Schel!" Dean announced and the other two popped up.

"We were able to do the best we could given her injuries but she's still asleep." Herschel said. "Becky I need to speak with Daryl alone." Becky nodded leaving Daryl, Dean, and Herschel alone to speak.

"Is she gonna make it?" Daryl asked.

"We don't know." Herschel admitted. "She lost so much blood and she's been passed out for hours now, she could be in a coma Daryl. This may have been the thing that threw her over the edge." Daryl shook his head and his jaw tightened. He looked down at Dean who was resting his head on his shoulder.

"Da okay?" Dean asked and Daryl smirked sadly at him.

"Yeah bud I'm okay." He said and kissed his forehead.

"Ma-ma okay?" Dean asked and the small smirk disappeared from Daryl's face.

"I… I don't know Dean." He told his son who gave him a confused look. Daryl looked to the room she was in. "I don't know."