I woke up in Dale's bed, confused as hell. My leg hurt and my eyes hurt. I threw the blankets off and swung my legs to stand. I looked at my leg, seeing the bandage and remembered the events of the night. "Damn." I mumbled as I walked out of the RV. I saw Dale sitting with T-Dog. T-Dog didn't look so good, and Dale looked concerned. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"T-Dog is getting a serious infection from his cut. He's running a fever right now." Dale shook his head.
"What can I do to help?" I looked at Dale, "It's the least I can do after you fixed my leg last night. Thank you."
"Rummage through the cars, see if there are any antibiotics and painkillers." He nodded, returning his attention to T-Dog. I limped around, going through cars as I went. Most of them were empty, two bottles of water and ibprofuen were the only things that were useful. I moved onto the next car when I heard voices. I turned around to see the rest of the group walking toward the road, Daryl in the lead. I smiled to myself, remembering last night and walked over to T-Dog and Dale. "This is all I found." I handed over the water and pills.
"It's better than nothing." Dale said, grabbing two pills and opening the water for T-Dog. I walked towards the group. "Where's Rick, Shane, Carl and Lori?" I asked.
"Some girl came out like Zorro on a horse and took Lori." Glenn said as he passed me.
"And you let her go?" Dale said from behind me.
"Climb up outta my ass old man. Rick sent her. She knew Rick and Carl." Daryl said, walking to the RV. "What's wrong with him?" He nodded towards T-Dog.
"He's got a serious blood infection." Dale answered.
"Well, why didn' someone say somethin'?" He asked, walking to the motorcycle to get a plastic bag filled with pill bottles. "Here." He said, handing Dale antibiotics and painkillers. I gawked at him. He shrugged, "Merle got the clap on occasion." He walked back to the bike, putting the drugs back where they were. Everyone else went into a conversation as I walked towards Daryl.
"Hey" I said, walking up behind him. He let out a grunt to acknowledge me, but continued to play with the stuff on the bike. "You okay?" I asked, touching the seat of the bike.
"Why wouldn' I be?" He said, shooting me a glance.
"Dunno, seem distant today." I mumbled.
"Pretty tired. Didn' sleep much last night." He chuckled. "How's the leg?" He looked down.
"Hurts, but it'll be fine in a few days." I shook my head. "Pretty stupid of me to fall over a rock."
Daryl nodded in agreement and said "Jus' gotta tough it out and keep goin' though."
"Thanks for last night." I said, turning to walk away and busy myself.
"Should'a made sure you were still behind me earlier. You wouldn' be hurt then." He said as I walked away.
"That's my fault for being clumsy and taking my time. Don't blame yourself."I said, turning to look at him. He nodded and walked away, going back to the others who were talking about Sophia and Carl being shot.
"We can't leave her." Carol said, about to cry again.
"That goes without saying, but the farm sounds like the best place right now and it isn't far." I said, looking at everyone.
"We'll leave in the mornin'. We'll make a sign and leave some food in case she comes while were gone. We can come back and check." Daryl said. Everyone went their separate ways, Carol and Andrea making the sign, T-Dog sitting with Dale, Daryl moving cars to get out and me looking through other cars.
