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Chapter 5

Three Weeks Later

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If Carol didn't know who it was, the fact that he was outside on the street just sitting there might freak her out. But she knew who it was, Daryl.

She'd been home all of one day. Her recovery in hospital had been relatively quick. The complications would last a life time.

She'd gone into her career knowing that, one day it would be over. Being in the spotlight had never been her dream, doing what she loved, in some way that was her dream. Her mind was already in motion, with thoughts of teaching. Plans had been formulated while she lay in the bed, trying to keep her mind off the fact that Ed had run off and was still evading the police, and the fact that Daryl was just outside her hospital room almost non stop, and when he wasn't someone else from the club was.

But he never once came in.

She awoke once to see him yesterday his forehead braced on the glass window, watching her sleep, simply staring at her, through the glass. She'd smiled tentatively hoping he would come in. But he turned and walked away.

Michonne has come to drive her home, the telltale hum of the motorcycle engine following them. It was, calming somehow, to know he was there. He'd parked in front of her townhouse after she'd gone in. Just sitting there, intimidating her neighbors she thought with a grin. But it was raining now, and he'd been sitting there for hours.

Carol had just hung up the phone with the police, they had Ed. He was going to jail. Daryl could go home. She sighed picking up her phone and texted him.

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They caught Ed, he's in jail. Go home...or come in. Choice is yours.

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She couldn't watch to see what he was going to do. This would be the one time she made that offer. The last time she put herself out there. He obviously cared. Maybe there was a chance.

She wiped a tear as she heard the motorcycle's engine fire up. That's that then, he was leaving.

The knock at her door was unexpected, she maneuvered her way on crutches, opening it slowly. Daryl was standing on her doorstep, in the pouring rain. The rain trailing down his face not obscuring his tears. Suddenly his arms were around her, her crutches fell to the ground, as she was lifted up. He walked them into the room still carrying her. His face was in her neck but he was whispering non stop, about how sorry he was.

They should talk, they really should she thought as he sat on the couch, careful of her leg, cradling her on his lap. But he was holding her so fiercely, like he was scared to let her go.

He looked awful. Pale, with dark circles under his eyes. Like the past six weeks had almost destroyed him, and she knew without a doubt that they almost had. Her worries withered away. "I couldn't breathe" he murmured, she wasn't sure what that meant but there was time to fix it, time for both of them to breathe. He wouldn't be pulling away again. She wouldn't let him.

"It's ok" She murmured over and over again. Running her fingers through his hair.

After sometime she realized he'd fallen asleep. Still holding her on his lap tightly. She smiled and reached for the quilt on her couch pulling it over them letting the rain and his heartbeat lull her to sleep. They'd talk later, he'd come in, it was enough.