About ten minutes later, Sasha rushed in the door, still in her scrubs, as she had gotten off of work a half hour ago. She was a nurse at the local hospital so she had always patched the guys up, when things took a turn for the worse. Her brother Tyreese was close with Daryl since they worked together most of the time. They were basically bodyguards for Merle and both hated what they had to be a part of. Daryl had to because of his brother but Tyreese needed the money. There were many a time when a knife caught them just right or they got a good blow to the face. After years of being in the business, Sasha received many visits from the two. Soon enough, she was helping out all the guys. She claimed to hate getting what she called "dirty money" so the money she did receive went to buying medical supplies for them although Daryl knew she kept some for herself.

She was close with Daryl, after being with him so much, and she was one of the few people he trusted. She understood his situation with his dad and brother and never pitied him which was the one thing he absolutely hated. He hated the sad glances people always gave him and the sympathy like he was a piece of cracked glass about to shatter. She didn't give him pity and he treated her like she was one of the guys. She hated the guys treating her different, like she was just a body to fuck. It was a mutual understanding between the two and that was a good part of the reason why they got along so well. Daryl trusted her enough to let her know where he moved to in case she ever needed his protection and Sasha respected him enough to keep his secrets.

Sasha entered his house cautiously. He hadn't even thought about locking the door when he brought the girl in. He was in the middle of nowhere and she was more of a concern than someone trying to break in.

"Daryl…?" she called out. It was her first time in his house and her eyes were wandering everywhere, taking in her surroundings. She made her way to the kitchen where she found him in a chair anxiously watching the girl lain out on his long oak wood table.

"Daryl… what have you done?" Her eyes were wide and her jaw was open. Daryl looked up from the girl.

"You gonna fucking help her or not? I don't have time for twenty questions. She's barely holding on so hurry up and do something!" Daryl yelled gruffly. He was stressed and worried for this girl he didn't even know. He didn't want her to die knowing that he could have done something to save her.

Sasha was taken aback. Daryl had never yelled at her like that before, but looking at the girl on his table she guessed he was a changed man. She quickly set herself to work, stitching and mending the poor girl in silence as Daryl's intense blue eyes watched her like a hawk.

"Her leg," Daryl mumbled. Sasha looked up at him and that was enough for him to continue. He felt bad for yelling at her like that, but it had to be done.

"Her leg. It's bleeding too. Tried to bandage it up but I dunno if it helped."

Sasha finished the last stitch on the large wound in the girls arm and bandaged it. She then moved cautiously to her left leg where she noticed the large brown stain on the side of her calf. She gently lifted up the sticky pant leg and noticed the blood had started seeping through the bandage Daryl had placed. She found the entrance wound, but there was no exit wound to be found. Sasha sighed. She was grateful the poor girl was knocked out, because what she was about to do was going to hurt like a bitch. She felt around her leg and found where the bullet was protruding slightly. She grabbed a scalpel and began to cut into her leg.

The sound of a chair scooting on hardwood made her look up. Daryl was pale and turning away. 'Baby,' she thought and kept on working.

About an hour later Daryl came back into the room. He saw Sasha sitting on his couch watching his TV with a bag of his chips in her hand. Normally he would have said something to her, but the day's events had taken a lot out of him and she had done so much.

He plopped onto the couch next to her and mindlessly started at the television with her.

"So...is she gonna be ok?" he asked. Sasha looked over at him and sighed.

"Well she had a pretty sloppy cut along her wrist, but she got lucky with that one. Just missed the vein that would have killed her. I stitched and put clean bandages on it. She'll have a scar but it should heal nicely,"

"And her leg?"

Sasha looked down at her hands. "I don't know. The bullet wound was messy and she lost a lot of blood. I managed to get the bullet out but I don't know how much damage it caused her muscles. We'll have to wait and see. I have her on a drip though, so she should wake up in a few days at the most."

Daryl stared ahead nodding his head and Sasha gently touched his arm.

"But I don't understand Daryl. Why? You would never hurt anyone who couldn't fight back so why? Was she with Merle? I-,"

Daryl stood up cutting her off. "Leave my brother out of this. My life don't revolve around him. He don't control me any more!" He yelled at her for the second time that day.

"Yeah? Well then what happens when he gets out of prison in a week? What about then? His boys are already looking for you and he's been real close with your Daddy Dearest!"

Anger flared across Daryl's face but he gained control and collapsed back down onto the couch, running his hands through his long hair. She was right. He was never going to escape Merle. He needed to stop taking things out on Sasha and deal with his shit himself. She had a right to know about the girl anyways.

"I found her." He mumbled.

"What?" Sasha looked down at him. She was still standing with crossed arms.

"Found her. In the woods. Was huntin' and followed her trail of blood to her. Took her back as soon as I saw her."

"You didn't find any ID on her? Nothing?" Sasha was looking at him like he just told her he shit rainbows.

"Nope. Just her bloody body. Thought she was dead, but she's a fighter ain't she?"

Sasha let out a short laugh.

"Yeah. That girl is a damn fighter." She went back to the girl and started cleaning up her equipment around her. "You just going ot leave her on the table?" She asked.

"No I'll move her to my bed." Sasha raised an eyebrow at him but said nothing as she held the drip while he carried her to her room.

They settled her down and Daryl sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her sleeping body. She looked so peaceful, he wondered if she was in pain. Sasha rearranged her bags and cleared her throat.

"I'm going to go okay? Call me if anything goes wrong. I left some pills and fresh bandages in your kitchen. Change her arm once a day, and the calf twice. Also put some antibiotic cream on the other little cuts and scrapes on her body," Daryl hadn't even noticed those. "She should be waking up in a few days and then you can figure out then what you want to do with her." She gave him a small sad smile and left. The sound of her car leaving woke Daryl from his thoughts and reality set in.

What was he going to do with this girl?

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