Chapter Four – Fever
She woke with a start. She was unsure how long she had slept. It was dark still out, Daryl was moaning in his sleep. She looked out the window, through the boards covering the glass, there were no walkers that she saw. She touched his forehead briefly with her lips, like she would one of her children, like her mother had done her. He was burning up. She shuffled around to her bag, digging for the last of the antibiotics she had. She crushed up the tablets, and put them into a mostly empty water bottle. She had five doses, and prayed that was enough. She shook the water bottle up. She was quick, slipping behind Daryl, pushing him into a sitting position, resting against her, his head on her chest, she opened his mouth, and poured the liquid in, she covered his mouth, and nose, carefully rubbing his throat – helping aid in his swallowing.
The moonlight tricked through the cracks in the boards covering the glass, and through the gaps in the door frame. She sighed. She was two days from her babies now, 48 hours of them not knowing if she was alive or not. They would be fine, her dad and her brother would never let anything happen to her kids, and they would do what was needed to keep them alive.
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