Rick POV

I was sitting on the chair, watching Lori holding Quinn's hand. Hershel made me a sandwich to keep my strength up. Carl and Sophia were a sleep on the couch in the living room.

"What you said before, you're right. Shane's gonna make it back with what the doctor needs. He'll make it back," I told Lori. "Hershel said you need to eat," She said softly, not taking her eyes off Quinn. "Quinn's gonna be all right," I said and she finally looked up at me, "Please, for me. You've got to keep your strength up."

I gave in, reaching over for the plate and glanced back at Quinn before taking the sandwich and took a bite.

Third Person POV

Glenn and T-Dog drove to the farm on Carol's cherokee and stopped close to the front of the house. They climbed out and walked up the stairs of the porch. "So do we ring the bell?" Glenn asked. "I mean it looks like people live here."

"We're past this kind of stuff, aren't we? Having to be considerate," T-Dog said, wrapping the blanket around him tightly. "Did you close the gate up the road when you drove in?" A female voice asked, making them both looked to the side to see the same girl with brown short hair, sitting on a chair looking at them.

"Uh, hi. Yes, we closed it. Did the latch and everything," Glenn replied. "Hello. Nice to see you again. We met before briefly."

"Look, we came to help," T-Dog said and Maggie got up and walked towards them. "There anything we can do?" She glanced at his arm. "It's not a bite. I cut myself pretty bad though."

She nodded, "We'll have it looked at. I'll tell them you're here," She said. Glenn reached to his bag pack, "We have some painkillers and antibiotics." He pulled out the bottles. "I already gave him some. If Quinn needs any." Maggie opened the door, "Come on inside. I'll make you something to eat."

She led them into Quinn's room, Rick and Lori were both sitting on two chairs beside the bed while Hershel was checking Quinn's pulse and Carl, Sophia and Patricia were sitting at the side, watching.

Rick grabbed Quinn's hand before looking up at the doorway to see Glenn and T-Dog. "Hey," Glenn said, taking his baseball hat off as they both stared at their friend in the bed.

"Hey," Rick spoke softly. "How is she?" T-Dog asked. "She didn't wake up yet," Lori said softly. "The others will be here soon," Glenn informed as T-Dog glanced to the side to see Sophia was there with them.

"Sophia?" T-Dog asked in shock, making Glenn to follow his gaze and she smiled a little sadly. "Quinn found her," Rick informed. Hershel pulled down the sheets that was covering Quinn, checking out at the stomach that had internal bleeding, "If they don't get back soon, we're gonna have a decision to make," He informed.

"And that is?" Rick asked. "Whether to operate on the girl without the respirator," Hershel explained. "You said that wouldn't work," Lori said. "I know," Hershel confirmed. "It's extremely unlikely. But we can't wait much longer."

Glenn and T-Dog walked out with Maggie and Patricia and Lori looked at Rick, not knowing what to do. They waited for a moment before Rick noticed Quinn's head started to move. "Quinn?"

Rick, Lori, Hershel, Carl and Sophia all got up and looked at Quinn as she slowly opened her eyes and started coughing. She looked around and Lori grabbed her hand. "Hey, there," Rick said, smiling. "Rick? Where are we?" Quinn asked.

"That's Hershel," Rick informed and Hershel smiled down at Quinn. "We're in his house. You had an accident."

"It hurts, a lot," Quinn said. "Oh honey, I know," Lori said, holding her hand tightly. Quinn sighed softly, "It's . . . It's really hurts." Lori nodded, "It's going to be okay, sweetheart. You going to be fine."

Quinn frowned and winced slightly as she started to breath heavily. Rick frowned as he noticed, "Hey, hey, you'll be okay," He assured. "You going to be just fine." She shook her head, 'Something - something is wrong," She said. "I feel . . ."

Hershel glanced down at the sheets, and noticed red stain on the side of the wound. Blood. He quickly pulled the sheets away from her stomach as she slowly closed her eyes, losing consciousness. "Quinn?" Lori asked and looked down at the blood. "What's going on?"

Hershel opened one of Quinn's eyes and looked into it, "Her brain isn't getting enough blood," He informed and looked at Lori and Rick, "Her pressure is bottoming. She needs another transfusion."

"Okay, I'm ready," Rick said. "If I take any more out of you your body could shut down. You could go into a coma," Hershel warned, "Or cardiac arrest." Rick shook his head, "You're wasting time," He said before looking at Quinn as Hershel started to take more of his blood.