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Chapter 18
They both stepped onto the hot pavement of the highway a few cars away from the RV. Blake immediately saw her brother next to T-Dog sitting in the back of a red Silverado truck. Tanyon was leaning against the side, blood coating his shirt and his whole arm.
"Oh my god, Tanyon," she yelled as she sprinted to her brother pushing Dale out of the way when he tried to cut off her path. "Oh no, no, no," Blake said as she got in front of her brother, her body almost going into shock at all the blood she saw on him. She knew there was no way this was good.
"Hey, sis. Looked like you ran into some trouble too," Tanyon spoke quietly as he winced at the pain he was in.
"Tanyon, don't. What happened," she asked, reaching for his arm but hesitating and pulling away.
"We were trying to hide from the walkers when your graceful brotha sliced his arm up on the door of a car," T-Dog said as he tried wrapping his arm with a bandage.
"You weren't bit?" Blake asked, grabbing her brothers face in between her hands, making sure he was still there.
"I'm foyne sus," he spoke through his squished lips. He shook his head free of her hands.
"Let her do it, T. I'll die from your awful bandaging before I die of tetnis," Tanyon said, yanking the bandages with his good arm away from T-Dog.
"Whatever," T-Dog said, smirking at the banter.
Blake took the bandages from T-Dog and sat next to her brother on the truck bed. She noticed a first aid kit, a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, and a suture kit. She started to peel away the bandages sticking to the wound on her brother's arm, getting queasy at the sight of all the blood leaking from it.
"Oh come on, Bea. You've seen me all bloodied up before," he teased, hoping to lighten up his sister who seemed extremely panicked.
"I-I know. Just a lot just happened and then coming back to this," she said, shaking her head as she finally peeled the bandage off his brown skin. She watched Tanyon as he scratched at his 5'oclock shadow, his chocolate brown eyes looking up at the sky as he tried to not react to the pain he was in.
Blake gasped at the gash in his arm, it was really deep.
"Tanyon, you know I don't know how to stitch someone up. God, I might make it worse," she said wiping her face again to rid of the frizzy curls tickling her. In the process she wiped more blood onto her face. Tanyon looked at her with sad eyes and patted her arm with his good arm, "It's ok. I trust you, just pretend you're sew-"
"Watch it," a voice interrupted, bringing Tanyon to a halt.
"What?" Blake spoke as her eyes met penetrating cerulean blues.
"Get out the way. I can do it. You gonna make your brother look like Chuckie," Daryl said grabbing the bandages out of her hand and putting them on the bed of the truck. He then grabbed her by her waist and slid her off the truck. Her feet hit the cement hard. He leaped onto the truck making it move up and down with the force of his weight,
"This is gonna hurt, but you'll tough it out," Daryl said as he grabbed the bottle of peroxide.
"Bea, go get yourself washed up, you look like shit," Tanyon said smirking at her.
"Yea-Yeah. I'll do that. Are you sure you'll be ok," Blake asked.
"Get, girl. He's right. Go see what's goin on, I'll take care of this," he said.
Blake was amazed by the kindness Daryl was showing today, first him smiling in the woods, telling her she was doing a good job, and now basically knocking her flat on her ass in amazement by helping her brother? She smiled at him and walked away, ready to face whatever else was going on and why everyone was in a panic.
She saw Carol and Lori looking off into the woods, the two of them crying and holding each other. She looked around the camp and found that several people were missing.
"Where's Rick? Shane?" she asked Andrea, approaching the blonde woman as she too looked into the woods.
"The kids," she said, "they ran into the woods. Sophia got scared and ran. Carl went after her with walkers on them," she said.
Blake's eyes widened in shock and her mouth went dry at the thought that something could happen to the two kids of the group. She brought her hand up to her chest.
"Jesus christ," she said, "do they need help? Should I go out there too," she asked as she unsheathed her knife. Andrea placed a pale hand on Blake's arm, having her put her knife away.
"They said to stay and protect camp and also to keep an eye out for the kids in case they find they're way back," she said, turning her blue eyes back to the sobbing mothers. Blake gripped her shirt, her heart literally hurting for the sobbing mom's.
Blake then started to feel dizzy at all the things that were hitting her. First almost dying in the van with Daryl, her brother bleeding out, and now the kids and their group leaders were out scattered in the woods.
God, it's really hot out here she thought as her world went black.