Grace woke up several hours later to the commotion of the group getting back with gas. She quickly changed out of her pajamas and came downstairs.
"Hey, everything go okay?"
"Yeah, we cleaned out a gas station outside of the city," Rick told her.
"Great! Let me show you guys where it goes," Grace led the way to where the gas barrels were kept and showed Rick how to swap the full barrels in. Rick caught her as she was about to walk back upstairs.
"Thank you. You have no idea what this means to us. You saved our lives."
Grace blushed and simply shrugged, before turning to leave again. She stopped when she saw Daryl holding his left arm with his right.
"What happened?"
"Crashed my bike."
Grace sighed, "Well come with me and let me take a look."
"You that kind of doctor?" Shane questioned, shaking his head slightly.
"Yes," Grace said with some bite in her voice, "Went to a combined program to get a medical degree and my PhD." This Shane guy was giving her a bad feeling, but she kept trying to brush it off.
She turned back to Daryl and led him to her office just outside of the lab. Daryl looked in the window that showed the lab. He saw a ton of expensive equipment. There were hazmat suits in a sealed entryway to the lab.
"So what've you found about these things, Doc?"
"Call me Grace. I actually didn't have much until two weeks ago when I managed to isolate the virus. I've been growing samples in the lab to test different theories on, but since it's a virus I need to grow the samples in human tissues. I've been using my blood, but a one person sample isn't much to go off of."
Daryl shrugged, "Well you can take a sample from me, and I'm sure Rick and some of the others would help out too."
"Thanks, now let me see that arm."
After examining Daryl's arm, Dr. Kelaski figured out that he'd dislocated his shoulder when he crashed.
"Sorry Daryl, but I'm gonna have to pop it back into place. Let me get Rick and Shane up here. I'll be right back."
Grace found everyone sitting around in what was now the living room. She cleared her throat awkwardly.
"Umm, Daryl dislocated his shoulder. I'm gonna need some of you guys to hold him while I set it. Any takers?"
Shane seemed almost happy to step up. Rick and T-dog came to help as well.
"Don't need to be held down," Daryl mumbled when they returned to the office.
"Don't take it personal. I've just had a guy take a swing at me the last time I had to do this."
The men got into place. Daryl didn't take a swing at her, but he did reflexively try to pull away, so the men had to hold him in place. After it was set, Grace thanked the guys and said that she wanted to take one more look at Daryl's arm. The men left and Grace checked to see that the arm was in place correctly.
"You think I'm nothin' but a redneck piece of shit, right?" Daryl finally spoke.
"What?" Grace was confused.
"I ain't never hit no woman," and with that he got up and started to stomp out of the office.
"Hey, I didn't mean it like that. I'd have done the same thing if it were anyone else."
Daryl didn't respond, just stared daggers at her, clearly not believing it. She just sighed, letting it be for now.
"You'll need a sling," she looked around for a moment before she found a towel, which she folded into a sling. She reached up to tie the sling around Daryl's neck.
"Thanks," he grumbled, then turned and left.