I helped T-Dog and Daryl carry the unconscious boy (Randall his name was) inside towards a bed where his leg could be worked on. I opened the door and helped them gently set him on a bed where his leg could be worked on. I quickly put an IV in his arm and injected a sedative to keep him knocked out for the procedure. Hershel walked in and began getting the necessary tools for surgery set out as I propped Randall's knee up on a pillow. I unwrapped the cloth from his knee and set the bloody rag on the table by the wall. I then took the blindfold away from his eyes, placing it on the bedside table. I quickly studied his face as Hershel began to finish up getting ready. He had curly black hair, and little freckles splashed against his nose, he was skinny, but not overly (his group must've had a lot of food) His mouth was agape, showing his slightly crooked teeth. I pushed his bottom jaw up so that his mouth was closed. All in all he was pretty cute, probably my age which was mostly rare. A small laugh escaped me as I shook my head, he was the 'prisoner' and would definitely be gone soon anyhow. I laughed once more before turning to Hershel who was done setting up his supplies.

"Let me know when you need help, I'll wait just outside the door" I said, walking out of the room and closing the door. I knew that performing surgery on such a small part of the body was hard, and the more hands working on the same spot the harder. I grabbed a chair and leaned it up against the wall. I said down, my feet quietly tapping against the floor as I listened to everyone argue about Randall in the front room. Shane was, like usual, being a negative Nancy, complaining about how Randall's group could find us and kill us, which was highly unlikely. I shook my head, if Rick was telling the truth about what happened with Randall, how they got him, there was no way his group would come look for him.

It didn't take long for Hershel to finish up with Randall's surgery, an hour, tops. In no time Hershel was walking out of the room, wiping his bloody hands on a rag. "Can you watch him? I'm just going to let them know the surgery is over and wash up" He asked, already walking away. I deftly nodded and walked into the room, closing the door behind me. I pulled a chair up beside his bed, propping my feet up on his bed. He would occasionally stir in his sleep, but he didn't wake up. His knee was propped up on a pillow, and he didn't once move it. I was in there for hours, I guess I was put on watch duty for now. I knew he wouldn't be up for a while, having surgery takes a lot out of a person, so I obediently sat, leaning my head on the back post of the chair. His feet would occasionally brush up against mine but I paid no attention as I closed my eyes and quietly hummed a mindless tune as I stared up at the ceiling in boredom.

I was making random patters on the ceiling in my mind when he coughed awkwardly, my gaze snapping to him. He pushed himself up and awkwardly looked around. "Oh, you're awake, you're probably thirsty right?" I asked as I pushed myself up and out of the chair. He timidly nodded as his dark brown eyes nervously scanned the room. "I'll be right back, I'll get some pain relievers too" I said as I walked backwards out of the room and headed towards the kitchen. Glenn was the only one in there, absentmindedly sitting on the counter, starting at nothing in particular. "Hey Glenn?" I called out as I grabbed a glass and began filling it with water. "Yeah?" he asked, snapping out of his daze. "Can you get Hershel and Rick? That Randall kid woke up" I said, grabbing a small bottle of pills from the medicine cabinet. "Uh, yeah sure, I'll go get them" he replied, pushing himself off the counter and walking towards where I would assume Hershel and Rick are. I jogged back towards Randall's room, careful not to spill any water. I closed the door behind me, before handing him the glass of water. "You feel okay?" I asked, popping the cap off of the bottle. "Um, my leg hurts, a lot, and I have a headache" He rasped out, taking the pills from my outstretched hand and downing them with water. "That's normal post-surgery symptoms. Hershel, our doctor, will be in here in a second, he'll double check that everything's fine" I said as I sat back down in my seat, propping my feet back on his bed.

"So your names Randall yeah?" I asked, glancing up at him, "Uh yeah, I'm Randall" he nervously replied, his voice was boyish and adorable. "Well I'm Madison, how old are you?" I asked, curious, he looked about my age, if not a little older. "19, but I'll be 20 soon" He replied. "Me too, Have you ever killed anyone? Sorry for the interrogation, but trust me, you'd rather it be me than the others" I apologized quickly. "It's no problem, but uh no, I haven't killed anyone" He answered. I nodded. "That's good, so what was your-" I was cut off by the door opening and Hershel walking in with Rick and Shane trailing behind. I pulled my feet off of his bed and stood up. "How is he?" Hershel asked. "He's fine, he just has some post-surgery symptoms, but other than that he said he feels fine" I answered.

"He better be fine, I want him outta here real quick Rick" Shane grumpily stated, glaring at Randall. Randall shrank back from Shane, his eyes dropping to the floor. "Hey Shane, if you'd kindly get the hell out, that'd be appreciated, I just need Rick and Hershel in here, you're dismissed" I shooed him away. Shane turned his glare to me. "I'm good" He spat back. "Then kindly keep your comments to yourself before I add a pretty purple bruise to your other eye" I said innocently, smirking at him before looking at Hershel who was disapprovingly looking at me. I smiled sheepishly as Shane stormed out murmuring something about 'some new bitch thinking she owns the place'. "That's good, he won't be on his feet for at least a week" Hershel told Rick. "What'll you do with me after that?" Randall asked nervously. "We don't know yet" Rick lied. We all knew Shane would throw a fit and everyone would go with his stupid plan of leaving Randall in the middle of nowhere, hell I knew that and I'd barely been here a week. "I have a few ques-" "I'm taking care of that Rick, I already started questioning him" I cut Rick off. "It's just that, you're a bit more.. intimidating" I briefly explained, smiling at Hershel as he walked towards the door. "I think Randall should get some sleep, he needs to get all healed up" Hershel advised before he walked out of the room.

I nodded at him when he looked back before taking the medical tools he used and bringing them to a bucket located on the desk by the wall. "I'm just gonna throw these in a bucket of peroxide to sterilize them before I go, can you go ask someone to take watch?" I asked Rick before setting the tools beside the bucket and grabbing the bottle of peroxide underneath the table. "Yeah, I'll send Glenn in" Rick said walking out of the room. I opened the peroxide and poured some into the bucket, filling it about a quarter of the way. I tossed the tools in it before swishing the bucket around and pushing it against the wall. "Er thanks for gettin that Shane guy outta here" Randall said quietly. I looked up at him and smiled "No problem" I said, gathering up the bloody blankets that Hershel had tossed to the floor. I threw them in a hamper by the window and sighed. I heard someone knock on the door before Glenn walked in. I smiled at him as I grabbed a towel from the tables drawer and set it beside the bucket, so that it'd be easier to get the medical instruments out of the bucket without dripping everywhere.

I walked towards the door and walked out without saying anything and headed toward Daryl's tent, hoping that squirrel was on the menu tonight, or even deer, as he was, hands down, the best at cooking squirrel.

I smiled at the sight of him hanging squirrel over his small fire, the sun had just barely began to set and he was already getting to work on skinning and cooking squirrel. I sat beside him on the log outside his tent and glanced over at him "You better have enough for me, or else we might have a problem" I said, looking back at the fire. He smiled slightly, before looking at me. "I don't want you near that Randall guy" I snapped my head up. "Why? I'm supposed to help Hershel take care of his leg, I can't just not contribute" I protested, I barely had any jobs to do as it was, and I already said I wasn't going to be lazy. "I think Hershel can handle it, his group was bad, he's bad, I don't want you alone with him " Daryl gruffly responded. I stood up " 'Cuz I'm a girl? Do you not think I can handle it? Daryl you're not my dad, I don't have to do whatever you want me to. I'm going to contribute, I'm going to do my job. And if you think I can't handle it why have Hershel in there? I can handle myself better than him" I snapped, storming away from him. Who did he think he was? My father? What did he even think would happen? I mean did he think that Randall kid would hurt me trying to escape or something? I think I could handle it I mean, he has a bum leg, and if he caught me without a weapon (which was unlikely) I was still better at hand to hand combat than Daryl. I could handle myself, I could.

I ran my fingers through my hair, infuriated. Daryl always thought he knew better than me, and even if he didn't try to, he would treat me like I was weaker than him just because I was a girl. It ran in the family I guess. I walked towards my truck and grabbed a can of corn and roughly opened it, using a fork from my pack to angrily stab the corn and eat it. I ate it quickly, way too ready to sleep away the stress of today. I threw the empty can in the back of my truck and walked towards the barn, only glancing back once to see Daryl walking over to me. I flipped him the bird before sliding the stable doors closed. I quickly climbed the ladder and walked towards my 'bed'. I wasn't even tired so I just sat down and watched the sun set behind the forest. I don't know when, but I eventually fell asleep, in the late hours of the night. (Well, sometime after the sun set at least)

~A/N~

I update whenever I finish a chapter, so it wont be updated on the same day every week. I could post a few times a week, or not post anything for a week. I'll try to update you guys when I can. I will post some updates on my Tumblr account (willgodownwiththeseships) whenever I can. Also, if anyone is interested in editing chapters for me, PM me. I try to edit them myself but I'm not perfect but I try.