Rick was given another blood transfusion to Quinn while Lori was staring at the girl, holding her hand and Carl and Sophia were at the living room. She looked at Rick when he tried to get up, "Slow . . . slow," She said softly. "How many transfusions?"

"Two - Only two," Rick replied. Lori helped him out of the room and they walked to the dinning room where Hershel handed him a glass of orange juice. "Thank you."

"Okay, so I understand," Lori started. "When Shane gets back with this other man -"

"Otis," Hershel corrected her. "Otis. The idiot who shot her," Lori said. "Ma'am, it was an accident," He said. "I'll take that under advisement later. For now, he's the idiot who shot Quinn," She said.

"Lori, they're doing everything they can to make it right," Rick said, taking her hand. "Okay, as soon as they get back you can perform this surgery?" Lori asked Hershel.

"I'll certainly do my best," Hershel replied. "Okay . . . I mean, you've done this procedure before?" Lori asked. "Well, yes, in a sense," Hershel replied and Lori frowned, "In a sense?"

"Honey, we don't have the luxury of shopping for a surgeon," Rick said. "No, I understand that," Lori agreed before turning back to Hershel. "But, I mean, you're a doctor, right?"

"Yes, ma'am. Of course. A vet," Hershel replied. "A veteran - A combat medic?" Lori asked. "A veterinarian," Hershel replied.

Lori and Rick stared at the man in silence for a moment until Lori broke it, "And you've done this surgery before on what? Cows . . . pigs?"

"I - I have - I have to sit," Rick said, feeling dizzy. He pulled a chair and almost collapse but Lori caught him and helped him get in the chair as he knocked over the glass of the orange juice. Lori placed her hands Rick's arms and looked at Hershel. "Completely in over your head, aren't you?" She asked. "Ma'am, aren't we all?" Hershel asked.

Lori glanced down at Rick before back at the man. "I understand she isn't yours," Hershel said after a moment. "No . . . She isn't," Lori replied. "But she is close to us as a daughter."

Hershel nodded, "I understand. May I ask where is her family?" He asked softly. Rick grabbed Lori's hand that was resting on his arm and looked at Hershel, "Her parents are dead. Her older brother is missing but we looking for him." He nodded again and didn't need to ask any more questions.

Back at the highway, the group was discussing about going to the farm. "We can't just leave," Carol said. "Carol, the group is split. We're scattered and weak," Dale said, leaning against the doorway of the RV.

"What if she comes back and we're not here? It could happen," Carol said. If Sophia found her way back and we were gone, that would be awful," Andrea said. "Wait, what if Sophia is in that farm with them?" Glenn suggested. "You all heard what that girl said; there are two kids there."

"What if it's not her?" Carol asked. "But what if it her?" Daryl spoke up. "I say we need to go to the farm and you will see that Sophia is there." Glenn nodded in agreement before looking at Carol, "See? Even Daryl thinks like me."

"But even if Sophia isn't there we going to look for her," Andrea said. "But right now; we need to go and see Quinn."

"Let's just in case rig a big sign, leave her some supplies," Dale suggested. "After that we need to go to that farm." Glenn looked at T-Dog, who was leaning against the back of the RV, "How is he?" He asked.

Dale looked at T-Dog and then back at the others, sighing, "That cut has gone from bad to worse. He has a very serious blood infection," He replied. Glenn shook his head, "I'll head to the farm right now, take him with me," He said.

"Alright, take Carol's cherokee, see if they have any antibiotics. Because if not, t-dog will die, no joke," Dale said as Daryl walked to Merle's motorcycle, grabbing a small bag and then grabbing Dale's rag before walking back to the others, "Keep your oily rags off my brother's motorcycle. Why'd you wait till now to say anything? Got my brother's stash. Crystal, x - Don't need that. Got some kick ass painkillers. Doxycycline. Not the generic stuff neither. It's first class. Merle got the clap on occasion."

Rick POV
Shane and Otis weren't back yet and I was getting worry that something might happened to them. Right now, Hershel, Lori and I were at the room with Quinn. "Pressure's dropping again," Hershel informed before looking at me and Lori, where we were standing by the door. "We can't wait much longer."

"Take some more - Whatever she needs. Then I'm gonna go," I said as I walked to the bed. "Go - Go where?" Lori asked from behind me and I turned to her, "He said five miles. They should be long back by now. Something's gone wrong."

"Are you insane? You're not goin' after them," Lori told me. "Rick, listen to your wife," Hershel said and I glanced at him before back at Lori, "If they got into trouble -"

"You're in no condition to do anything about it," Hershel cut me off. "You've given too much blood. You're barely on your feet. You wouldn't make it across the yard."

I shook my head before looking back at Lori, "If something happened, I have to go," I said. "No, your place is here. If Shane said he'll be back, he'll be back. He's like you that way," She said. "I can't just sit here," I insisted.

"That's exactly what you do!" She said. "If you need to pray or cry or tell God he's cruel, you go right ahead, but you're not leavin', Rick. Quinn needs you - here."

She took a deep breath and placed her hands on my arms, "You both were there for each other the moment you both woke up at that hospital. What if she will wake up and you not here?" I looked down, not replaying. "She need you to stay here with her."