AUTHORS NOTE:

HI AGAIN! WELL I GUESS THE ONLY THING I HAVE TO SAY IS THAT I AM NOT A DOCTOR...I ONLY PRETEND TO BE ONE LOL SO IF YOU NOTICE SOMETHING THAT IS NOT REALLY CORRECT, LET ME KNOW HOW I CAN FIX IT SO THAT IT DOES MAKE SENSE (YES I GOOGLES THINGS, HOPE IT ALL FITS TOGETHER).

DISCLAIMER: ONCE AGAIN, I DO NOT OWN THE ACTUAL WALKING DEAD, HOWEVER IM THINK OF INVESTING IN WHAT I CALL "THE STRIDING DECEASED"!

Merle hit the gate with such force, it caused Rick and Glenn to back up a step for fear that it would fall over on them and let all of the walkers in.

"You deaf?!" Hollered Merle, using the gate to help him prop Daryl up whose limp head lolled onto his shoulder and then back down again.

Glenn looked to his leader for the answer as to what they should do. He and Merle had history, hell, almost everyone in the prison had some form of negative history with the psycho redneck. Rick looked back at him with uncertain eyes, yes he had Daryl with him, but could he have been the one who did that to Daryl as a ploy to get the Governors men inside?

"'ey! You not see us standin here?! Open the fuckin gate!" Merle slammed the hand that wasn't helping hold Daryl up against the chain link fence making it rattle down halfway the gravel walkway.

Rick shook his head, he knew he couldn't let in the hot headed red neck, not with everything that had happened in the past.

"Nah, jus leave 'im propped right there, we'll get him in." It was a calm statement, hand lazily resting on his gun but it was the words that were not spoken that registered in Merles head.

"We aint letting you in you sick red neck son of a bitch! You aint worth shit ta this group!" That's all Merle could hear in his mind as his brothers shallow breathing blew across his chest from where his head now rested.

"I said open the fuckin gate. NOW! You really think 'es gonna let you touch him after everythan thats happened? Where tha hell ya think 'es been all this time?" It was Merles turn to get calm, he knew these people had a doctor, and while he had taken care of Daryl after their daddy would beat them plenty of times, he couldn't tell how bad this beating was, and his brother needed help fast in case it was serious. "I ain't goin nowhere Officer Frienly. Ya really wanna see Daryl die out 'ere?" He knew Rick would never let anything bad happen to his brother if he could help it so digging up his old manipulation habits, he turned them on full force.

"Are you? We said we bring him on in, you on the other hand, we don't want." It was a blunt statement, but with no time to waste as more walkers would be drawn from the gun shots, Rick just wanted to get Daryl inside as soon as possible.

Merle looked lethal but held his tongue for one of the first times in his life. He knew he had to change tactics if he had any hope of getting Rick to let both his brother and himself inside. Letting out a long sigh, and adjusting Daryl once more, Merle looked at Glenn for a different approach.

"I ain't leavin 'im again. You wanna take a shot at me so were all squared 'way? Fine, take a shot. Ya don' know what they did ta 'im in there. I aint leavin 'im." It was not a plea, but it was more emotion than he had ever shown before. Glenn looked at Rick for any sign of an answer.

"Rick, let em in." Ricks head snapped up at the sound of Glenns voice in all of this. There was no anger, there was no sound of a threat. Rick looked back at the two on the other side of the fence with walkers quickly approaching behind them.

"We have rules." Rick declared, undoing the locks they had rigged on the gate when they had had their first full day of exploring the prison. Glenn let out a long sigh, and helped him make fast work of the rest of the locks.

Merle heaved an actual sigh of relief and dragged his baby brother through the safety of the prison fences. Rick approached Daryl's' other side and threw his other arm around his shoulder, helping Merle even his weight out for a quicker journey back to the cell blocks.

"Glenn, get Hershel ready. Tell him he's in bad shape." With that Glenn sprinted off across the prison yard to alert the vet to Daryl's condition.

The two men grunted with their burden as they made their way after Glenn at a much slower pace.

"We have rules." Rick puffed again. "You wanna stay, you don't make trouble of any kind. What we say goes." The ex-sheriff stated matter of factly. "We have an agreement?"

"'slong as it don't kill me or my brother Ill stay outta yall's way." Reaching the cell block door, both men maneuvered Daryl in as gently as possible, trying not to aggravate his seemingly multiple injuries anymore.

"Is he conscious?" They heard the vets voice before they saw him hobble out of one of the bottom floor cells.

"Nah, hasn' been for a while." Merle declared.

"Lets get him in here then." Rick released Daryl's side as Merle managed to get him on the bed without jostling him around too much.

Stepping around Merle quickly, Hershel set to checking all of Daryl's vitals while dishing out commands to Carol every few second.

"What the hell is he doing here!?" Someone screamed from just outside the cell. Turning his head, Merle could see a heated argument taking place between that asian kid and his woman whose name he couldn't remember at the moment.

"Ill handle this." With that Officer Friendly walked out and over to the couple talking to them in a hushed voice. Merle snorted, he knew he wasn't going to be welcome here, but as long as his brother needed help, that chick would have to get over herself because he wasn't going anywhere.

"His breathing is compromised, Im going to have to alleviate some of the pressure on his lungs." The vet told the short, white haired woman who was kneeling at his side.

" What does that mean?" She asked, dabbing at some of the shallow cuts across Daryls chest, trying to clean him as best she could without making anything worse than it already was.

"Im gonna have to insert a needle into the lung thats been compromised and remove the excess air." The vet began to riffle through his medical bag with Merle looking on warily.

"That gon' hurt 'im?" He asked, looking down at his brother who was clearly having a hard time breathing.

"It'll hurt him a lot more in the long run if we dont do this now." Before Hershel could begin to direct Carol on what to do Daryl suddenly took a large, painful gulp of air and started thrashing about the bed in pain.

"Whats happenin" Merle yelled over the vet, trying to get to his brother.

"He's having a hard time getting enough oxygen into his lungs. Its sending his body into shock! Carol, hold his legs, we need to do this now!" The vet exclaimed, placing the needle end of a very large syringe against his brothers back, Merle could only look on as the two worked to save his brothers life.

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