AN- Excuse my lack of knowledge in medical care and injuries I'm googling as I go and some of my medical/ Injuries/ Treatment may be wrong but for this story lets just say its how the injury would be treated and how it would effect a person.
It was unnerving the way he glared at her from across the room it was as if his eyes hadn't left her. She knew he wasn't happy, angry actually he didn't want to be here, didn't think he should be here.
"Stop looking at me like that!" Victoria hissed to him.
"I ain't lookin' at you in any way." He growled back.
Rachel watched the two it was as if she was missing something between them, why was Victoria so mean to him? The way they argued the whole way to the hospital or rather Victoria ranting at how stupid he was for not getting himself looked at and the occasional remark from Daryl, mostly just him growling something low at her that neither girl could hear.
"You are too!" she almost yelled at him
"Victoria!" Rachel scolded, "Don't yell in a hospital."
"He started it." Victoria scoffed as she sat back in her chair crossing her arms.
"I ain't starting anything." He frowned looking down at her.
"Would you two stop acting like children!" Rachel almost yelled at them, "What has gotten into you guys?"
"For starters I'm here in a hospital like a pu-" Daryl stopped himself remembering Rachel didn't like his choice of words.
"Your side looks awful!" Victoria told him, "You could be seriously hurt!"
"I've had broken ribs before, ain't nothin' the doc can do 'bout it." He growled. Before Victoria or Rachel could answer the doctor walked in,
"Mr. Dixon." The doctor smiled a warm welcome which caused Daryl to frown even deeper. "It's a good thing you came in I only wish you came in sooner."
Victoria smiled knowing she had been right to bring him here.
"You see here on the x-rays you have three broken ribs, anything above three can be fatal." The Doctor continued.
"Ya ain't gunna scare me doc." Daryl growled, "Had plenty ain't nothin' your gunna do other then give me pain meds."
The doctor looked at Daryl for a moment, "Before we go on it seems the nurse messed up on your paper work." He paused, "I need to ask you a few questions before I give you the prescription."
"How did you sustain these injuries?" The doctor asked
"Don't know have so many can't keep track." Daryl told him.
"Just answer him." Victoria rolled her eyes.
"Bar fight." Daryl growled glaring at Victoria.
"Why were you in a fight?" Rachel asked concerned. His eyes flicked over to Victoria for a moment, but then back at the Doctor.
"Yah know my kind, we drink we fight it happens'" he lied.
The doctor shook his head he hated dealing with the dumb hicks that flocked in here after their bar fights. "Blood type?"
"Whater need that for?" Daryl questioned.
"For your form."
"Just tell him so we can go home!" Victoria told him.
Daryl glared at her as he spoke, "AB Negative."
"What's wrong with him?" Vicky almost yelled at Hershel
"He must have been hurt longer then me thought." The old man told her, "His side is infected."
"From a bite?" Chris asked. Victoria looked worried a Daryl, he couldn't have been bitten.
"No." Hershel told him, "His injury on his side we found him many hours after he got stabbed and I thought I got the bits of rusty metal out of it, but I'm not so sure now." Daryl's shirt was off now as Hershel examined him his side was red and almost made Victoria throw up,
"What's coming out of his." She paused, "Side."
"Puss." Hershel told her, "It's infected." As he examined it more Hershel pushed on Daryl's side near the edge of the stitches, blood and puss began to leak out.
"Ew." Victoria mumbled, "All this happened in the few hours he's been asleep?"
"Sometimes, he's been asleep for nearly thirty hours, infections can start showing up in a matter of twenty four." Hershel told her, "I pray to god it's not tetanus."
"Will he be alright?" Victoria asked.
"I'm not sure he's very weak his fever is high, I wish I could give him more blood but we can't."
"Why not?" she questioned. "Can't someone do a run for supplies?"
"We have the supplies." Hershel told her.
"But none of us know his blood type." Maggie told the girl.
"We should know these things!" Glenn said aloud, "about each other."
Victoria sighed softly, "Will it help if he gets the blood he needs?"
"It would help." Hershel told her, "but"
"But what?" she asked.
"That's not the only problem, he's weak now from both the lack of blood and the infection."
"He's going to be ok though, right?"
"I don't know." Hershel told her.
"If you'd have to guess?" Glenn asked
"I'd say he isn't doing too well, who knows how long he's had this fever." Hershel shook his head, "I wish he said something earlier, what did he say to you?" he asked Vicky.
"Nothing he came out of the cell when the baby was crying we couldn't get her to stop he came over soothed her and then leaned on a wall slid down it and sat down still rocking the baby, but he closed his eyes and I could tell something was right so I went over to him and he was burning up. He tried denying it he then passed out I took the baby and he woke up, but when he did he just said." She paused as his words played in her mind 'It's cold in here Princess.' She looked over at Daryl his voice being so calm, so easy, so weak had send cold chills down her spine she knew it wasn't a good sign. "He said it was cold, and really it was hot in the room and he was burning up."
"If he got blood though it would give him a better chance?" Victoria asked.
"In theory yes."
"In Theory? What does that mean?"
"It means I assume it would."
"You're a doctor shouldn't you know if it will help him or not?" She questioned.
"I'm a vet or I was before this all happened I can treat little things, but I'm not a doctor." Hershel told her.
Victoria watched Daryl twitch in his sleep even now in his sleep he was frowning, that wasn't like him he had always been the type to finally seem at peace when he slept, now she could tell he was in pain. "He's AB negative." She said softly.
"How do you know?" Maggie asked
"I just do."
"We are going to need a little more proof then that." Hershel told her.
"I knew him before all this happened he worked for my family he got hurt on the job one day and we took him to the hospital, he said he was AB negative there." Vicky told them.
"Of course he would be a rare type." Hershel mumbled.
"I have the same." Victoria told them.
"Your willing to give him some?" Glenn asked
"Yes." She said as she took a step forward, "He needs every chance he can to get better." She knelt down next to the bed he was laying on and carefully brushed his bangs from his face. His hair was soaked even worse then before she doubted there was a dry hair on his head.
"Glen, Maggie I need you to make a run for extra supplies, try and find pain medication anything for infections." Hershel said as he stood up he looked at Victoria, "You stay with him while I got the things I need for the blood transfer."
The others walked out of the cell leaving Victoria alone with Daryl's motionless body.
"You're going to be ok." She whispered, "Right?" she felt a tear slip down her face. He couldn't die now she still needed him. He let out a small moan, as his body seemed to have a spasm. "Daryl!" she almost yelled at him. His eyes opened, but only slightly. "Wha-" he started to say, but his eyes closed and he rolled his head side ways, for a moment he lay still then he moved his head back to face her his eyes opened slightly again. "Goin' on?"
"Your sick Daryl." Victoria told him, "Really sick"
"Why ya cryin'?" he asked
"Because you're sick." She whispered.
"I ain't sick." He growled he tried to get up but it seemed his body wouldn't listen. It seemed in that moment he felt the pain in his side. "Ugh" he glanced down at his side, "Well that ain't pretty."
"No it isn't, you have an infection, possibly rusty metal in your side. And a fever burning you up." She told him, "Plus you need blood."
Daryl glared at her, "I'm fine." He told her, this time he forced his body to listen it responded enough for him to sit up. "Ugh." He mumbled, "Feels like I got shitface drunk last night."
"You didn't Daryl this is serious." She almost yelled at him. Ignoring her he tried to get up, but in that moment it felt like his world began to spin.
"Fuck." He muttered as he began to fall forward off the bed, he knew the landing would hurt.
"Idiot." He heard Victoria growl as she caught his shoulders and pushed him back on the bed. She lay him back down, "Lay down before you kill yourself!"
Daryl's eyes closed, "How do you do that?" he muttered before his passed back out.
"Do what?" she asked, but she got no response she knew he wasn't awake anymore. She felt tears come to her eyes she wanted to believe him waking up was a good sign, but she knew it wasn't a sign at all. His body was still growing weaker no matter how stubborn his mind was.
"The doctor said you should be resting." Rachel smiled at Daryl as she checked the food in the oven.
"Ain't mean I gotta lay 'round doin nothin'." Daryl told her.
"He said your lung was already partly collapsed!" Shaking her head she glanced over at him, "He said you shouldn't even be walking around you're lucky I let you out of bed." Rachel told him. As she turned her attention to the pot on the stove Victoria came in to room. "You've done enough around here now that you're hurt you are allowed to take a break."
"Hey useless." She said sitting down next to Daryl.
"I ain't useless." Daryl growled
"You've been sitting around here not doing anything for a day now." Victoria told him, "You're useless."
"Victoria." Rachel glared at her sister, "Enough leave him alone."
"What ever." Victoria told her sister, "Anyways I'm going out with Harper tonight."
"Where are you going?" Rachel questioned
"To dinner and the movies then probably back to her house to just hang out." Victoria rolled her eyes as she spoke.
"No need for the attitude just wanted to check." Rachel shook her head at her sister. "Daryl could you hand me the salt?" she asked trying to take her attention off her sister as to not get annoyed.
Daryl stood up and brought the salt over to the girl cooking after he handed Rachel the salt he walked close by Victoria and whispered, "Lair." Into her ear earning himself a glare from the young girl. Rachel never noticed as she paid attention to the stew she was cooking.
"Shut up." Victoria whispered back. Daryl shook his head is disapproval. A cry from upstairs drew Rachel's attention away from the food she was cooking she glanced over at the two,
"Would you two mind watching the stove while I grab Hunter?" She didn't wait for a response before she left the room to tend to the baby.
"Are you a fucking idiot?" Daryl asked her.
"Excuse me?" Victoria almost yelled at him, "You can't talk to me like that!"
"The Fuck I can't." he growled at her, "You're a fucking idiot if you think you can go back there."
"I'm not going back there!" Victoria told him, "I'm going to a different bar."
"You shouldn't be goin' to any bar." He told her, "Yer only seventeen."
"I'll be eighteen soon." She informed him.
"Still not twenty one."
"Doesn't matter plenty of girls my age go out." She walked over to the stove and looked at the food. "I don't know a single thing about cooking this."
Daryl walked over, "All ya gotta do is stir it." He told her, "Simple even you could do it." He looked away from the stove and back at Victoria, "Yer gunna get yourself in trouble."
"No I'm not I'll be with friends this time." She smirked at him, "In a group."
"Just 'cause you in a group don't mean you'll be safe." Daryl told her, "A bunch of pampered princess like you in a group together are what men pray on."
"How would you know, are you one of those men?" she asked him.
"No." He paused, "I ain't good at that kinda thing, my brudder is that type of man though."
Victoria rolled her eyes but didn't say anything back to him.
"What?" he asked.
"I just find it hard to believe you've never tried to pray on us 'pampered princesses.' Or what ever you call us."
"Ain't said I never tried, I just ain't good at it." He told her.
"Good at what?"
Daryl glared at her and didn't speak for a moment, "Talkin to 'em."
Victoria frowned looking at him, she found it hard to believe he wasn't good at talking to girls, yes he was quiet but he was attractive and she had thought that if he was around his own kind he wouldn't be as held back. "What ever" she looked at her the clock then smirked, "You tell my sister and you'll regret it."
"Don't care what ya do." He told her, but something told him it was a lie he was already making the plan to head out to the bars tonight just to make sure she didn't find herself in any bad situations like the other night.
Victoria didn't feel well she had to give blood every couple hours it seemed Daryl's condition took a turn for the worse, Hershel couldn't seem to find all the pieces of metal in his side the infection was still growing. Every time Hershel tried to get more of the scraps out he could have to open Daryl's side and more blood was lost. She had told Hershel she would watch him while he the doctor got some rest, she would watch to see if he woke up and hope there was some changes, but he had yet to wake up now in the past three days.
"Hey you." Chris said sitting down next to her handing her a cookie.
"Where'd you find one of these?" she asked with a smile
"I have my ways." He grinned back, "How are you feeling."
"Dizzy, tired." She informed.
"You should take a break from giving him so much blood." Chris told her.
"I can't." Victoria glanced back over at Daryl who still lay motionless on his bunk, "So far I'm the only one that is the same as him. Or at least the only one that came forward."
"It's putting a toll on you." He told her softly Victoria glanced down at her hands, Chris finger brushed under her chin, his thumb brushing across her lips he lifted her chin up until their eyes met, "I couldn't bare it if anything happened to you." He whispered as he moved his lips to meet hers. At first she wanted to pull away she wanted to push him far from her, but she didn't. Kissing him wasn't like kissing Daryl, but it also didn't feel wrong she enjoyed spending time with Chris and he enjoyed spending time with her.
Daryl moved his head in the direction of the noise he heard, why were his eyes so heavy? Why was it so hard for his head to move? He opened his eyes slightly letting in the light, everything hurt his head his body, the light touching his eyes. He didn't understand what was going on or even where he was or how he ended up here. Last thing he remembered was Judith crying and now he was here in more pain then he had ever felt before. Or rather a different pain it wasn't like breaking a bone, no. His whole body just hurt. Where ever clothing touched his skin, where his body touched the bed, every part of him. His head hurt when he moved his head, then more when his eyes opened. His eyes focused on the person in the room, he felt himself smile. She was here she was waiting for him. He knew he tried to distance himself from her but he had never stopped loving her not in all the years he had known her and spent away from her. No girl could ever hold up to his Victoria. He had tried to find feeling with Carol but nothing ever came of being friendly to her other then a good friendship. He never felt a spark with her; his heart never soared when he saw her. Carol was simply his friend nothing more. He had thought he would never feel his heart skip a few beats. That was until he saw her covered in dirt and blood in that dark supermarket. His Victoria so scared, so hurt. Yet once they got her better all his old thoughts came back he wasn't good enough for her. As he was about to whisper her name and ask her to come closer his eyes fully adjusted. She wasn't alone she was with another, but not just sitting and talking she was kissing someone else. He narrowed his eyes trying to figure out who was with her, his heart fell when he saw whom the man was. Chris. The man that before the world had gone to shit had been rich just like her. He was the type she belonged with he remembered that now. In that moment he felt defeated he wouldn't pursue her he wouldn't try and get her to notice him she was far better off with Chris. His eyes grew heavy again he couldn't keep them open any longer. He closed his eyes and before he knew it he was passed out again.
"Chris." Victoria pulled away, "We can't." she paused, "Not now." Looking over at Daryl who lay motionless, "Not here."
He grinned, "I know that wasn't appropriate right in front of the sick guy, but listen Victoria I like you, I like we could be." He took her hands in his, "Really good together."
Again she looked over at Daryl wishing he would jump up and say something beg her not to return Chris's affection but she knew even if he woke up right now he wouldn't care that she was with someone else. "I think." She paused and glanced back at Chris and smiled, "I think we could be too."
"Any change?" Hershel asked interrupting the two as he entered the cell.
"None." Victoria told him.
Hershel frowned and looked down at Daryl he picked up a cold wet cloth and placed it on his head. "His body can't take much more of this fever, and if we can't get food and water into him soon he won't be able to pull through."
It didn't take long for Daryl to know where Victoria was going there was only one other bar in town that served the lowlifes that hardly paid attention to IDs. He got there far before he did, but he blended in to the crowed as he sat at the bar and ordered drinks. At first he wondered if she would truly show up, but then his attention was drawn to a group of girls who stuck out like a sore thumb. Victoria and her two other friends were dancing on the floor dressed in outfits that would get them all the wrong attention. His eyes didn't leave the young girl dancing on the floor he knew it was wrong he was almost seven years older then her but he couldn't stop himself. He realized the other night when she slept in his bed that he liked her more then he should. He knew he never had a chance with her girls like her never went for guys like him. She had made it obvious that she didn't like him in any way. She knew she was too good for him she knew he was nothing but white trash that would never go anywhere in life. She knew everything he knew a princess like her would never go for a dirty hick like himself.
He didn't know how long they danced for, his attention only floated to the small group ever so often to make sure they weren't in any trouble. Tonight he mostly paid attention to his drinks and the game that played on the t.v. Occasionally a girl would come over and talk to him, but he would never say the right thing and either insult them to where they left or leave them uncomfortable with silent or one word answers that they would just walk away. After one woman finally walked away after he had accidently insulted her his attention went over to the dance floor he saw Victoria's two friends were still dancing but she was no where to be seen. His eyes scanned the dance floor she wasn't with them, why wasn't she? He began to worry wondering if she had wondered off with a guy that could hurt her.
"Boo!" someone drunkenly slurred next to him as they almost fell on to the bar next to him. "Are you spying on me?"
He turned to see Victoria leaning on the bar even more drunk then the other night. "Ain't spyin' on nobody." He told her, "Came to drink."
"You shouldn't be drinking." She informed him, "Not while you are on your pain medication."
"I ain't takin' them." He told her. He had seen what pills did to his brother he had seen what pills had done to his mother and even his father he didn't want to be like them.
"Come dance with me then." She told him.
"Don't dance." He took a swig of his beer and placed it back down on the bar. "Go find yer self any guy here bet they would jump at a chance to dance." He paused and looked her over he couldn't believe how little she had one, but still didn't look like a cheep whore. The clothing she did wear hugged her in all the right spots it made him want to punch any guy that even looked at her. "With you." He finished as he picked up his beer and let a large mouthful to fall down his throat.
"I don't want just anyone." She purred, "I want my hero."
"I ain't nobodies hero" he told her
"You saved my life." She stepped closer making his heart race he didn't know what to say or what to do he wasn't good at this type of thing, talking to girls having them this close to him.
"Don't be so dramatic." He muttered, "He wasn't plannin' on killin' yah just raping yah."
"You saved me from what ever that dirty man's intentions were." She purred even closer now.
"I'm just like that dirty man, just the same dirty hick." Why was she acting this way? Why did he actually enjoy her coming closer as much as he also feared the idea?
"You are so much more then that." She only stopped moving forward now because her body rested against his legs as he continued to sit at the bar stood, her eyes on his. " If you were anything like that man you would have had sex with me that night."
"I woulda if yah hadn't fallen asleep." He told her.
"Liar." She smirked, "You wouldn't have even if I was flat out on your bed with nothing on begging for it."
"Of course I would take you then." Yet he knew she spoke the truth.
"No you wouldn't have, maybe you would if you hadn't found out I've never done it before, the moment you found you went and found me other cloths to wear."
"You weren't supposed to remember that." He told her his eyes locked on hers. For a moment it was as if there was no one else around them no music no flashing lights or crazy drunk people running around. In that moment it was only the two of them lost in each others eyes.
"Whom do you have here?" a girl's voice finally broke through. Victoria turned her eyes away from Daryl's to see her friend Lisa next to her.
"Lizzy." She smiled softly, "This is Daryl."
"Hi Daryl." Lizzy smirked, "I hope you are being kind to my friend here."
Daryl just looked the girl over she unlike Victoria looked like a hooker you could find on any street corner, the outfit she was wearing was a size or two smaller then it should be.
"Don't worry Lizzy this is the guy I told you about the one that saved me the other night when I went out alone." Victoria told her.
"The one that got a few broken ribs and had a lung collapsing and still functioned for days after?" Lizzy asked moving closer to Daryl as well now intrigued by him. Victoria didn't like how her friend moved closer to Daryl she didn't like the spark she saw in Lizzy's eyes when she looked at Daryl.
"I'm tired." Victoria said softly glancing at Daryl then back at Lizzy.
"Call a cab then." Her friend told her "Harper and I are far from ready to leave."
"Fine then I will." Victoria snapped.
"You ain't goin' off alone you promised you would be in a group." Daryl told her.
"Well I want to go home and they don't so I'm going to go back alone." She snapped at him. Daryl frowned why had her mood changed so suddenly he didn't notice Lizzy's advances towards him and even if he did he wouldn't of understood why Victoria was upset by it.
"Princess you ain't goin' back alone." He growled, "I'll take you back."
"Wouldn't want to ruin your night." She snapped at him.
"You ain't ruinin' nothin' I was just here watchin the game so I didn't keep Hunter up." He lied. He had come to watch out for her and make sure she didn't do anything stupid. Stupid would be her taking a cap alone in this area who knew who was lurking outside.
"Fine, but we are taking a cab I'm not walking and you can't drive I've seen you pound those beers." Victoria folded her arms on her chest to show she wasn't going to budge on the matter.
"What ever you want princess." He told her something told him he would never win an argument with her so he didn't even try.
Victoria's friend frowned, "Aww Victoria don't take your friend home, let him enjoy his night out." Lisa moved closer to Daryl as he stood up so she was only inches from him she reached her hands forward and pulled herself closer as she moved her hips into his, "Wouldn't you enjoy the fun you could have here."
Victoria frowned she wasn't the type of girl her friends were she didn't throw herself at any man. She didn't know how nor would she. She was positive even now while she was drunk that Daryl would go for the girl throwing herself at him he wouldn't turn down an invitation to sex just to make sure she got home safely. To her surprise Daryl did everything she doubted he would. He took her hands in his and pushed them softly away from his body and took a step back.
"I need to take Vicky home." Daryl told her looking in Victoria's direction, "You ready?"
Victoria felt her heart skip a beat again she had always hated being called Vicky she had always said it made her sound like white trash, but when it came from Daryl it felt right. She nodded her head still too surprised to speak reaching forward Daryl took Victoria's left hand in his right, "Let's go princess." He told her still not speaking she let him lead her out the door and to the side curb where he flagged down a cab.
"Thank you." She said softly as she got into the cab.
"What ever?" He mumbled as he got in after her. They sat in silence for a few minutes Victoria slowly looked over at Daryl who didn't seem to be paying any attention to her.
"Why?" she asked upon hearing her voice Daryl turned to look at her.
"What?" he asked.
"Why take me home when Lizzy wanted to have sex with you?" Victoria asked.
"She did?" he questioned, "Didn't notice."
"How could you not notice?" she snorted, "She was all over you wanting you to stay with her and not take me home."
"I told you I ain't good at talkin' to girls" he shrugged his shoulders, "I don't like 'er type. So it wouldn't matter even if I had noticed."
"What type of girl is your type?" she asked him as their eyes met for a moment neither spoke, neither moved, then Victoria slid across the seat. "Am I?"
Daryl knew he should tell her no, that he should pretend he didn't look at her in anyway that could suggest he wanted her, but the amount of drinks he had tonight made his mind far weaker then his heart. "Not usually." He told her as she was now right next to him her face only inches from his. Her voice was now a whisper,
"What about right now?" she asked as she carefully climbed on to his lap so she was facing him. Daryl looked up at her,
"Right now it's taking every part of my strength to control myself." He told her.
"Don't," she whispered as she kissed him. Daryl took his hands and placed them on her hips, as he didn't resist her kiss, when she felt him enter the kiss she wrapped her arms around his neck never wanting the moment to end. She leaned into his chest accidently hitting his side. He winced and slightly pulled back his breath heavy both from the lack of air from kissing her, but also from her hitting his side affecting his lungs.
"I'm sorry." She gasped.
"I'm fine." He told her through the pain that was slowly becoming less.
"No you're not." She told him her face still close to hers. Daryl moved his lips to only be seconds from hers.
"Yes I am." He mumbled as he took his right hand and placed it carefully on her neck softly pulling her head to him causing their lips to meet. The two were lost in the moment they didn't even notice when the taxi pulled up to the house. The drive coughed to interrupted them and inform them. Victoria paid the fee as they climbed out, but it wasn't until her feet touched the ground and she tried to walk that she realized how drunk she was. Trying to talk was impossible she stumbled forward a fell into Daryl.
"Careful princess." He told her as he picked her up carrying her bridal style up the long driveway. He didn't paid any attention to the sharp pain in his side, he didn't care all that mattered was getting her home safely and quietly. Once inside he was going to put her into her room, but she began to get sick he didn't want her to be alone. Carefully he bought her into his room that he was staying in. He helped her to the bathroom when she needed to get sick and he held her hair back for her hoping she would stay quiet enough so Rachel didn't wake up. Finally she lay down on the bed, she begged Daryl to just hold her while she slept, said she felt awful and maybe it would help her feel better. He knew he shouldn't he knew in the morning she would be repulsed by him, but he couldn't stopped himself. He carefully took his spot next to her he wrapped his arms around her before he knew it she was passed out cold. He smiled knowing she was in his arms, when did it happen he started to fall for her? When did he let his heart trick him into thinking a pampered princess like her could ever fall for him? He closed his eyes knowing when he woke up in the morning it would be to one unhappy girl, but in this moment he didn't care.
"He's hardly stayed awake long enough for him us to get food an water into him." Hershel mumbled as he checked Daryl's pulse, "The fever still comes and goes it hasn't fully broke."
"There has to be something we can do!" Rick almost demanded.
"The only chance we have is if you can raid a hospital and get medication and IV's, but." Hershel shook his head, "The hospital's near are already empty you all checked them already all I can think is if you travel far form here." He paused again, "But."
"But what?" Rick asked.
"He might not make it Rick, I don't know if it would be worth the risk he could die while you are gone." The doctor shook his head, "I know it makes me sound awful but if you leave you'll take someone with you and that will leave us weaker. We can't have Daryl down and you gone taking Glenn or even Maggie with you would hurt everyone here if something bad were to happen."
"After everything Daryl has done for us he is worth the risk." Rick told him, "I'll go on my own and leave Glenn in charge, Hershel I have to do this you know Daryl would do it for me, for any of us."
"I know he would, but Rick he's lucky if he had another day left." Hershel whispered, "Any hospital with possible supplies we need could be days away!"
"It doesn't matter." Rick told him, "I'm going end of story."
Victoria sat by Daryl's head blotting a cold cloth on his face; she couldn't believe how willing this Rick was for Daryl. She had never seen him be part of a group and to hear he would risk himself for everyone else here seemed odd to her. Yet at the same time it didn't when he had risked himself to save her all those years ago he hardly knew her, but he told her he didn't make a routine of sticking his neck out for anyone. The two men left the room still arguing in hushed tones, something told her Rick wasn't going to listen to Hershel she could tell by the look in the ex-cops eyes that said he would risk everything to protect those important to him. She wanted to know how Daryl had become important to the cop, how he became important to the group, how he became part or the group that everyone else looked to. She had spoken to Beth and Carl a little bit and even some of the others in Daryl's group they all agreed Daryl was one of the main reasons they were still all alive. He was important to them she smiled as she looked down at the unconscious man.
"Some how you found your place." She whispered to him, "You found people that see your true worth."
AN- I was going to add more to this chapter, but I thought this could be a good spot to stop. I've spent all day at a horse show (6am-9pm) I'm hardly keeping my eyes opened, and of course I have to be up at 7am and teaching riding lessons from 9am until 2pm tomorrow so I'm going to turn in early just wanted to give you guys a chapter before I knock out for the night. Review and let me know what you think.