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𝘹𝘷𝘪. 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

𝟏𝟖 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓

𝟐𝐱𝟏𝟎

GROGGINESS. The only word that came to mind when I woke up. My eyes felt like anchors dragging me down towards the empty abyss that is the bottom of the ocean. I had heard everything in the past few hours as far as everyone checking in on me to see if I had woken up. I had heard Glenn talking to me earlier, begging me to wake up and get better. He obviously couldn't see I was awake, none of them could, which sucked.

I could hear them though.

That was a few hours ago. I was able to wake up now. My eyes, much to my surprise, had sprung open, like I was one of those dramatic characters from a show just waking up from getting drowned or something. I looked around slowly and saw I was in a bed with a bunch of IVs hooked up to me. I saw one red one amongst the many clear ones. I scrunched my eyebrows together and followed the trail until I saw Daryl.

I nudged him in an attempt to wake him up. He slowly opened his eyes and rubbed them. He looked at me and all of sudden jolted into action. "Are ya alright?" He asked me as he looked me over in concern. "Are you? Why are you giving me your blood?" I questioned with raised eyebrows. I can't even remember what happened after Rick, Glenn, and I went to the bar to get Hershel.

I mean I remember the whole Dave and Tony thing, and Rick killing them but after that it's kind of a blur. An illusion among a multitude of other illusions. It quite frankly hurt the hell out of my brain.

"You got shot. And Glenn ain't yer blood type, I am. You wouldn't have lived through the surgery if I hadn't given you any." He grumbled tiredly. "I'm out of surgery now. I don't want you fainting or anything and you look tired. How long have you been here?" I asked lowly due to fatigue."A few hours. I wanted to be here in case you woke up. Told Glenn I'd keep an eye on ya." He said looking me in the eyes.

Under all of that exhaustion, I could tell he was worried and it shocked me to say the least. Shocked at the fact he stayed here all night with me, and gave me his blood so I could live.

"Thank you." I said in gratitude. I lifted my shirt to see what all the fuss was about. It hurt to even just pull my shirt up. "Man, that's gnarly." I grimaced at the sight. "You think I'll get a cool scar?" I joked asking him looking to meet his gaze that was on my stomach. "That ain't funny Ara. You could've died!" He exclaimed frustrated while getting up out of the chair and pacing. I suppose I struck a nerve.

That had always been a bad habit of mine, joking during times that aren't in the least bit comical. I couldn't ever help it, even from a young age.