Torn
Daryl growled, hearing another violent coughing fit coming from his tent. She sounded like she was fucking choking. He paced back and forth. Rick tried to calm him down, but nothing was going to calm him down, not until she was okay again. Maggie was inside, trying to figure out what was wrong with her. He was going crazy, needing to know what she needed medicine wise so he could go and get it and make everything better again. He froze, his heart breaking when he heard the gasping breath she drew in while the coughing fit continued.
Maggie came out of the tent and looked at him. "From what I can tell, I think it's pneumonia."
"Just get me a fucking medication," he growled, going inside the tent. Beth was lying in their bed, drenched in sweat, shaking from the cold that was setting into her, and he could see the blood on her lips from coughing. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to get a grip over his emotions as he knelt beside her. "Hey sweetheart," he whispered. She looked up at him and he could see the pain in her eyes. God, now he didn't want to leave her side. How could he leave her when she was in so much pain? But if he didn't leave who was going to get her the medicine she needed? He was the fastest now that he'd found another bike.
She cupped his face, running her thumb soothingly over his cheek, calming him down. She always knew what to do, how to tame the beast inside of him. "Gonna be just fine," she whispered.
He covered her hand with his and tried to not react. She was on fire, her skin was scalding him. He sighed and kissed her head. "I love you," he whispered.
"Love you too." He got up and walked out, his heart clenching as he left her. He took the paper from Maggie that had the drug name written on it and climbed on his bike. His heart broke as he drove away. He wanted to be with her. He was just going to have to drive extra fast so he could hurry up and get back to her.