"Stay with me babe!" Daryl exclaimed, picking Marie up from the concrete. He swore he would kill who ever did this slowly and painfully. He started moving back towards the prison as fast as he could.

"Take care of our babies," she said, touching his face with her blood soaked hand. "Promise me you'll take care of them…"

"Babe-"

"Daryl promise!"

"I-I promise," he stuttered. Tears began dripping from his eyes. He couldn't do this.

"I love you," she said before shutting her blue eyes.

"No! Stay with me, Marie…Marie!" He picked up his pace, now running at full speed. "HELP!" He yelled. He needed someone to help her…he needed someone to save her.

"Daryl? What-OH MY GOD!" Elizabeth ran to find someone else to help.

"Rick! Laura! Somebody! Marie's been hurt!" She wasn't positive but she was pretty sure it was a gun shot.

Everything to Daryl was a blur. He heard voices, but when someone tried to take his Marie from his arms, he pushed them away. "Jus' tell me where to go!" he shouted angrily. He wasn't letting her away from him. Someone led him down a long hallway to where she had the twins and he gently set her on the bed.

"Daryl, I need you to go find Rick…she's going to need a blood transfusion," someone-he assumed Laura commanded. "Go! She can't have much time!" Just like that, Daryl ran off blindly, calling for Rick everywhere.

Carl decided to go look for his aunt. He and Sophia had been with the twins and Gavin for quite a while and Airy was beginning to get fussy. He nearly ran into a bloody and disoriented Daryl. "What happened?" Carl asked carefully. He couldn't make out much of what Daryl replied, something about Marie being shot…and needed blood. "Where is she?"

"I need yer dad…"

"I've got the same blood type! Now where is my Aunt dammit?" Wordlessly Daryl led the way.

"Daryl, I still need Rick," Laura said, Bob was currently working at Marie's side and Daryl wasn't positive what he was doing.

"I can help her, I have the same blood type, A positive," Carl insisted.

"Well she's losing a lot of blood. I'm going to need Rick too. And anybody else with an A positive blood type." Daryl nodded and went back out in search of Rick. But he paused.

"What's Gavin's blood type?" At that point, he wished he knew more. He wished he had the same blood type. He would've given up every drop of it if it meant Marie would live.

"He has the same," Carl said confidently. "He gave me blood when I was shot…"

"You need to hurry," Laura stressed. "I can only take two pints from Carl; right now Marie has maybe five in her…"

Once Daryl finally found Rick he simply told the other man where to go. He couldn't explain the situation. He needed to find Gavin and some others.

"What's going on with-" Rick fell short upon seeing his sister lying unconscious while Bob worked at her left side. Carl was sitting to her right, looking rather pale. "Oh no. No, no, no, no, no…She can't…"

"Take a seat Rick. I'm going to need your blood," Laura said.

"How did…How did this happen?" he asked as she switched things from Carl to him.

"I want you to hold pressure to your arm to stop the blood flow," Laura directed Carl. "I really don't know…Daryl brought her in."

"She has two fractured ribs," Bob announced, finishing a stitch. "And the bullet hit a blood vessel. That's why there was so much blood. She's still gonna need more blood; it's kind of up in the air right not…I don't know what's gonna happen…"

"Daryl's going to loose it," Rick mumbled. His heart went out to the other man. This was Rick's sister, but he knew that Daryl would be far more upset than he was. No matter what, Rick knew that Marie was like Daryl's whole world. He could see it.

"Momma…" Gavin's small voice came from the doorway. His lower lip was quivering and tears fell freely down his rosy cheeks.

"How…How is she?" Daryl asked, faltering a bit when he saw Bob standing back from Marie's motionless body.

"We can't be sure until we get her more blood. We're lucky that the bullet only grazed her though…It fractured two ribs. But it's too soon to tell is she'll be okay or not. I'm not sure when and if she'll be waking up, she lost a lot of blood…And we're running low on sutures and stitches. I may need more to close her wound."

Daryl nearly fell to the ground. If it weren't for Gavin being at his side he would have. "I'll…I'll make a run to get more," he decided.

"I'll come too," Rick said.

"No, yer givin' blood. Somethin' I can't do…stay 'ere. I'll get people. Don't ya dare leave 'er side." They should've left last night. He should've stayed up and talked to her longer…that's all that was running through his mind. That it was his fault somehow. But then he realized something, whoever shot Marie was to blame. And he'd be damned if he wasn't going to find that bastard. Without warning, he stormed from the room and went back to where some of the people were gathered. "Which one of ya sorry bastards shot my wife?" he asked loudly. People turned to face him, some of them murmuring amongst themselves.

"Marie was shot?" Judd asked, dumbfounded.

"Yes! Somebody shot 'er outa the blue! I'm warnin' ya now, if ya step up now, it won't be as bad as if I have to hunt yer sorry ass down!"

Silence.

"Fine! I'll hunt ya down! An' yer gonna regret the day ya began yer life!"

"I'm gonna help ya find the asshole that did this," Judd said confidently. Daryl only nodded. He was still covered in Marie's blood, but he didn't care.

"Thanks," he murmured. He wouldn't ask the kid along on the run, he was simply too young and Daryl wasn't positive he could trust Judd. He tried to think of people that he could trust and that would be more than happy to assist him on the run. Michonne. He could trust her, and he knew that she was good outside of these walls. He'd ask Glenn and maybe Maggie along too. They liked Marie, and he could offer all of them the chance to leave with him and Marie. There was no doubt in Daryl's mind that she would want to leave as soon as she was healed.

"Daryl!" he turned when he named was called and found Carl. "You're not leaving," he said firmly, holding his arm. "If she wakes up, you need to be there. How would you feel if she woke, and you weren't there to see it happen? Glenn said he and Maggie would go.
"Aren't ya 'possed to be restin'?"

"I needed to find you before you left…" he said.

"I can't give 'er blood…I gotta do somethin'…"

"No, you need to be by her side. That's what she'd want most. And what if you died out there? You want to orphan Parker and Airy? They're going to need their dad."

"Kid, when'd you get so smart?" Carl simply shrugged. Daryl gave him a weak, yet grateful smile before he went back to where Marie was. He took a seat next to her bed and carefully took her small hand in his. He still swore he'd murder whoever brought her to such a state. He couldn't sit there any longer. Seeing her with her eyes closed wasn't peaceful. He had to find the culprit.

"Daryl, where are you going?" Rick asked from his spot on the other side.

"Gonna find the som' bitch."

AN: This chapter was difficult…That's mainly why it's short. That and I know that this'll probably be my only update for the week (I hope not) but I have four tennis matches and then we have trash pick up on Friday. And I would say that I could work on it on the bus to wherever we have to go…but I realized that I have two English projects due the 21st (my first day of school) so I really need to focus on those. And, if it weren't for last chapter being such a cliffhanger I would've waited…