Unexpected || Daryl Dixon

[44]: Internment

~Day 503~

A man coughs violently as Hershel fiddles with a medical instrument. Sasha shines a flashlight above Hershel's head while Glenn and Rebecca tirelessly hold the man down with what remaining strength they had. 

"Henry, I need you to calm down," Hershel tells him as he brings the Laryngoscope down to Henry's mouth. "We're trying to help." Hershel places the tool into Henry's mouth and begins to insert a tube. But Henry begins to trash about. Hershel successfully gets the tube in and removes he Laryngoscope before placing an air bag over the open end of the tube. He begins to squeeze the airbag. 

Rebecca collapses against the jail cell's wall. She rests her head down onto her knees while Glenn begins to cough violently. Hershel glances over his shoulder. "Drink some of that. All three of you." Glenn picks up a cup and hands one over to Sasha who thanks him with a nod. He then picks up two cups before crawling over to Rebecca. She lifts her head up slowly and takes a cup from Glenn who sits beside her. 

"Some council meeting, huh?" Hershel asks the three.

"We're three members short," Sasha tells him as Rebecca and Glenn both drink up. "I think we should make some new rules before they get back. I hereby declare we have spaghetti Tuesdays every Wednesday." Rebecca manages to crack a smile. "We'll need to find some spaghetti first Hershel." 

Hershel gives Rebecca a small smile before turning to Sasha. "You okay to take over?" Sasha nods as she scoots closer to Henry and takes the airbag from Hershel. "Every five to six seconds, squeeze. You start feeling lightheaded, grab somebody else to take over. We'll take it in shifts." Sasha nods in understanding.

Hershel turns to Rebecca and Glenn. "You two want to help me go on my rounds?" Glenn nodded. "Yeah. Sure." Glenn stands up first and extends his hand out to Rebecca who graciously takes it. She stands up slowly, the room spinning around as Glenn pulls her up. She stumbles and places a hand onto the wall. Glenn places his hands onto her arms, steading her. "You okay Becca?" Rebecca nodded. "Yeah." She clears her throat. "Let's go." Rebecca loops her arm with Glenn as they slowly make their way over to the door. They pause by Hershel as they glance back at Henry. "How long will that keep him alive?" Glenn asked. 

"Just as long as we're willing to do it. As long as it takes." Hershel tells the pair before heading down the stairs. Rebecca and Glenn follow him. The three steps onto the lower level and scans the cell for anybody that was dead. Hershel steps into a cell where an African American man was lying dead on the cot. His face was caked in blood. 

Rebecca takes her arm out of Glenn's grip and leans against the cell as Glenn steps inside. He starts to pull a knife out of his sheath until Hershel places a hand onto his, stopping him. "No. Not here." Hershel leaves the cell. Glenn slides the knife back in as Hershel comes back with a stretcher. Hershel turns to Rebecca. "Help me get him on this." Rebecca nods as she enters the cell. "Okay, but in a couple of hours when Henry's dead-" 

"Glenn-"

"How are we gonna get his body down the stairs, across the cell block and through those doors without anyone noticing?" "If that happens-if-you two are gonna help me." "And what if one or both of us are gone?" Rebecca asks him. "Shut up and help me get him on this." Together the three lifted the man from the bed onto the stretcher. They quietly rolled him out of the cell and toward the door. They had almost made it until Lizzie stepped out of her cell and asked, "What are you doing?" 

"We're taking Mr. Jacobson to a quieter place," Hershel tells Lizzie as he hobbled over to her. He places a hand against her forehead. "Go get my copy of 'Tom Sawyer' from my room. I want you to read it by tonight. We all got jobs to do. That one's yours." "I won't finish it." "Why?" "It's gonna get too dark." "Well, give it your best try. And drink some tea." Lizzie nods before walking away to retrieve the book.