It's been hours since Chelsea, Daryl and Glenn left. I'm extremely weak and extremely tired. Rosita and Rick are struggling to keep me awake and it's starting to get dark.
"Please, Dani. Stay awake." Rick begs as I begin to doze off. I open my eyes wide and blink quickly, but it doesn't help. It only makes me more tired. I sit up and lean against the headboard.
"They're not coming." I sigh. I've not almost all hope considering I'm literally about to die.
"They're coming." Rosita reassures me. Rick only looks at me with worry clear on his face. I only sigh and look at my stained 'bandage' a.k.a, the leg of my jeans.
I suddenly hear yelling and then hurried footsteps running up the stairs.
I look at the door and see Chelsea, Daryl and Glenn running inside the room.
"Sorry it took so long." Chelsea apologizes and sits down on the bed. She has a kit beside her. She opens the kit and get the tools out to stitch up my wound.
Fuck.
During the process of being stitched up, I feel as if I dying. Because in all honesty, it felt like Chelsea was trying to kill me. Damn this hurts.
"Okay. All done." Chelsea says and puts everything back into the kit.
I nod, wincing at the feeling of a new pain in my leg. Daryl, Glenn, Rosita and Chelsea leaves the room
Rick lays down beside me and wraps his arm around me. He pulls me close and makes sure that he doesn't hurt my leg in the process.
"Told you they would come." He says and kisses my temple.
"Yeah. I feel like shit though." I try to chuckle. He smiles and keeps me close to him.
---so sorry about how short this chapter is. I updated and it stopped mid sentence and deleted most of the stuff I wrote. And it was important to the story. So I'm so sorry about the short chapter. I had to unpublish the chapters I updated and I apologize.---
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Protection (Rick Grimes)
FanfictionDanielle, a girl prone to panic attacks. A girl with a complicated childhood. A childhood kids don't want. She's looking to survive. She doesn't want trouble. She wants an easy rest of this messed up life. But is that really possible? Maybe it will...
