Ethan pulled the door open and gestured Danny to the couch downstairs. "What's on your mind?"

The two sat down together. Danny sighed.

"Maddy again?" Ethan thought aloud.

"Yeah, and it sucks. I know what happened, Rosita and I are cool, but maybe…"

Danny shook his head. "No. There's no way Rosita would kill someone not infected."

"Damn right I wouldn't." Rosita shuffled over at sat in the chair facing them.

"I knew that too." Ethan bluntly said. "Only people who have really crossed the thin

white line would do that."

She nodded. "Look...I'm really, really sorry."

"And you've been forgiven already." The bartender reassured. "I just can't help but pray for Maddy's health."

"I just hope she makes it..." Rosita sighed. "God, if she doesn't, I'm not gonna be able to live with myself.

"You wanna do something to take our minds off it?" Ethan offered.

"Like what?" Rosita asked.

"I don't know. Something. Anything."

Suddenly, a few shouts came from upstairs.

"Like that?" Danny pointed upstairs.

"Yeah. That." Ethan simply answered.

Rosita bolted upstairs. "Guys, come quick." Both men followed after her, not questioning it.

When they looked through the doorway, they saw Hershel hovering over Madison, performing CPR.

"Oh you're kidding me." Ethan frowned. Danny immediately rushed over.

"Stay with me, Madison." Hershel muttered. "Stay with me." Beth stood next to him, holding a bucket.

She would be gasping for air, desperate to hold on. Maggie looked away, clutching her hand over her mouth, as did Ethan. Danny winced at this, looking rather disturbed by this.

"It's not looking good." Hershel whispered, a bit too loudly. For a second, the room was frozen. Then, Danny's whimpers were what cut the silence.

"Is she…" Ethan slowly wondered.

"I don't know." Hershel panted.

"Same." The con-man sighed.

Rosita looked over at Danny. "I'm sorry..."

"You don't. Have to repeat yourself." The bartender tearily replied.

"Least we could do is bury her." Ethan suggested, confirming the worst.

Rosita and Maggie glared. Danny however, slowly nodded in agreement.

"I-I think it's what Maddy would want." He said.

"We don't even know that she's 100% gone." Rosita harshly stated. Just then, Hershel spoke up. "I got something…"

"Disregard that last statement then." Ethan stepped back. Madison was indeed still alive!

Her eyes fluttered open. "Hey guys…" She weakly got out.

Hershel whispered something to Beth, then said: "Ok, we're going to have a supply run. Who wants to go to the hospital with Beth?"

"I will." Danny quickly said.

"If he's going, I am too." Ethan added.

"Ok then." Hershel said. "Off you go."

Beth led the men outside to a beat-up Mustang. "Who's gonna drive?"

Ethan raised his hand.

Beth threw the keys to him. "I call shotgun."

Danny didn't care sitting in the back as Ethan caught the keys, getting in the driver's seat.

Beth directed Ethan the 30-minute drive to the hospital, and pointed at the parking lot. "There."

Ethan slowly parked in there, making sure that all the doors wouldn't be blocked later.

The hospital was quite empty. Beth led them to a medicine cabinet, and pulled out some painkillers and heart medications. Danny and Ethan were watching her back and sides to make sure she wouldn't get jumped by walkers.

"Danny, mind getting that wheelchair?" Beth asked, pointing to a stray wheelchair propped up against the wall. She then looked down, frowning.

The bartender wasted no time grabbing it. "Is it about Mad and Rosita again?"

Beth whispered, "Maddy. I hate to break it to you..."

Beth nodded, and Danny just shook his head.

"I know Rosita was trying to save her, I really do. I don't know what they had between them, but here's the thing. You never know who will really have your back when you lose everything. This apocalypse is that thing the way I see it."

"Well," Beth whispered, "she's gonna be paralyzed...for the rest of her life. Is she really gonna be able to deal with that?"

"As long as she's still alive, I'll still be optimistic she'll pull through." Danny responded. "I'll still love her the same."

"Well, let's go then." Beth muttered, pointing to the cafeteria.

The three gathered up a pile of canned food and drinks. Both men didn't say anything after that, and were more focused on collecting supplies.

Beth brought out a large bag to put the supplies in. After 20 minutes of heaving and dumping large boxes of food and medicines, they were ready to go.

Ethan was ready to head out, going back to the Mustang.

Beth and Danny loaded the supplies and wheelchair into the back, then took their seats. Once they were in, Ethan drove back to the base.

Beth took the wheelchair inside, while the two men carried the supplies in. Both guys were just thinking about what to do next, mainly concerning the apocalypse.

Beth jogged over to them. "Dad said Madison's sitting up and eating. She's progressing quicker than we expected."

"I did tell her to adapt to survive...seems she's taken my advice." Ethan mused. Danny was elated to say the least.

The three went inside, and saw Madison, propped up against a pillow, being fed some soup by Rosita. Ethan was going to say something, but opted not to.

Hershel rolled the wheelchair into the room, and a look of horror came over Madison's face.

"Something wrong, Mad?" Danny inquired. Then he remembered. "Oh yeah…"

"On the plus side, he still loves you the same." Ethan added.

Rosita glared at Ethan.

"It's true." The con-man informed. "Dan's just an optimistic fellow."

Rosita shook her head, then returned her attention to taking care of Madison. With that, Ethan just went to the place he was sleeping, looking over the research notes they found a while back. 'C'mon, there's gotta be something in here…' He thought to himself.

Suddenly, a unusual looking paper dropped out of the bottom of the folder. Curious, Ethan began to examine this paper. It was written in some type of code, but somehow, Ethan understood it perfectly. Several terms were highlighted, such as 'Atlanta, Georgia'. There was also a bolded name that was highlighted…

….Hershel Greene. And the con-man's eyes widened. He didn't say anything, but he didn't know what to say. Judging off the rest of the text, Hershel being highlighted was not a good thing.

'Oh god Hershel, what are you hiding?' Ethan thought to himself. 'Just...what?'

Just then, Beth appeared behind him.

He turned around. "Hey Beth." Ethan greeted.

"What is that?" Beth stammered.

Ethan was quiet. He felt he could trust Beth with this. "Can I trust you to keep a secret?"

"Maybe." Beth muttered. "...Yes."

So with that, Ethan went and told Beth what he learned from this paper. And how there might be a lead in Atlanta.