Breathe Princess (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Chapter Fifty Seven

I laid there, peacefully in a white tinted room, on a white cozy bedsheet. The cold breeze from the air conditioner was apathetic in comparison to the blanket I was covered in. Being sick wasn't easy; having my parents on edge every time they hear a phone ringing, missing freshers week during university and all the fun activities was all of what my life has become. The door opened and came into view a tall tanned male doctor, with a medical sheet on a dusty board held loosely by his side. Here I am, not one day into university and because I experienced mild symptoms earlier in the day, it led my parents to panic.

''Is there anything abnormal in these tests? The symptoms weren't that bad, I promise I can handle it'' I mumbled pointing at the sheets he keeps staring at. He looked up and stepped forward, coming to the side of the bed. He remained silent, unplugging my IV and using the tube to tie my hands down to the metal side rail.

''What are you doing, let me go!'' I cried as I tried to break free. He pinned my down, injecting me with a blood-filled syringe. I soon became drowsy as I tried my best to stay awake, sadly losing the battle.

''All you have to do is let go, and it'll all be over soon''

My eyes flew open, groaning at the migraine I was currently experiencing. ''Hey solider''

I peered weakly to my side as I came face to face with Glenn, as he stood there by the window giving him a weak smile ''I've got to stop doing that, the passing out thing, it's getting kind of old''

He chuckled, bringing a chair in beside me, holding my hand as he stood there staring down at me with worry-filled eyes ''Lucky I caught you just in time but you should've told us Nora. You could've died that day''

''I thought I could handle it, just like I've been doing all my life. Just didn't expect it to get this bad so quick'' I said sitting up slightly, having him adjust the pillow behind me.

''It did, the doctor here had to operate. He doesn't know the extent of chances of the operation working since we don't have the appropriate equipment, he tried his best. How are you feeling?'' He stated. I could tell from his body language and from the apparent nervousness in his voice that he didn't feel confident about this and something tells me that the rest of the group shared the same feelings.

''I'll be fine. How's the camp? The people? How's Daryl?'' I changed the subject to a more important matter, not because it was awkward but because I didn't feel like discussing my clear fate.

''Deanna isn't too bad, can't say the same about her son, he doesn't handle or look at things the way they should. It's different from how we operate. I'm afraid staying here might weaken us'' I frowned. That would be a concern. The more Glenn talked about how Alexandria operates, the concerning it gets. The jobs, walking around with no weapons and no hunting or practicing targets. It seems normal. Perfect. Too Normal. Too Perfect. In a normal world, this town would be everything one hopes to live in. But we're living in an apocalypse. I've always wanted to build a life, a family and now that I've got Daryl, it seems possible in this town. But if everything goes to shit and we've stripped away our survival skills, we'll be as dead as new.

Myself sooner if I don't survive this.

I shook that thought out of my head and directed my attention back to Glenn ''And Daryl?''

A small smile plastered on his lips as he squeezed my hand ''I won't lie and tell you he's happy because he's miserable. This place. Not knowing if you'll make it or not. He's been staying up. Wanting to be there once you woke up. He's out now, I'll let everybody know that you woke up. Just rest for now''

He planted a small kiss on my forehead and walked out the door, giving me a small smile before he left. I sighed laying back trying to find a comfortable position, wincing at the pain in my chest. I slowly pulled back my shirt, gazing at at the scar that ran across my chest. I let out a shaky exhale before letting my eyes shut themselves back down.

''Hello'' I yelled out as my feet walked across the cold tile floors. Same room but colder and darker. I threw my palms beside my head temples, wincing as my migraine grew stronger by the second bringing me down to my knees.

''Someone help me'' I called out in pain, tears streaming down my face, letting my cheek hit the cold floor feeling them plump up as I brought my legs up to my chest begging for the pain to stop. The door opened up again, the man hushed clasping his hand around my throat making me gasp out for breath as his eyes showed no sympathy. He pulled out another syringe, stabbing it onto the side of my neck ''All you have to do is let go''

I let out a small gasp slowly sitting up trying to catch my breath. It was dark outside, meaning I went through hours of nightmares and torment. I wasn't sure if this was the medication talking or it's sign but it sure as hell felt real, too real. Everything about these nightmares seem to connect. I keep on fighting every day for my life, putting myself and the people I love through torture and I'm starting to think if it's even worth it trying to fight it all. What if letting go is the best option? To be free from it all? To free everyone from worrying and fighting to keep me alive? To free everyone. To free Daryl. What if it's time to let go?

''Don't give up on me now'' A familiar thick southern accent spoke from across the room, making me shed a saddened smile. You know me too well.

''You wouldn't let me even if I tried'' I spoke up, laying back down, tapping on the space beside me. He appeared from the dark entryway, the moonlight lighting up his beautiful blue eyes. He gladly took up the space beside me. I rolled onto my side making sure I didn't open up my snitches as he warned then he snaked his hands up onto my bare side. We were cooped up on the little bed but I didn't mind, as long as he was here with me.

''Heard you were miserable, bet it's the effects of not having me around'' I joked making me chuckle as he moved his hands up to my face.

''Not a fan of this place, can't seem to get comfortable. Couldn't even attend the stupid party they threw tonight'' He mumbled his eyes not meeting mine. I sighed, planting a kiss on his forehead. I completely understand where he's coming from. He just doesn't feel like he'll be accepted if he surrounds himself with the new residence. It must be hard for him to adjust in comparison to the other members. Even if everyone seems uncomfortable, Daryl is probably struggling the hardest.

''I wish I could make it better, be there'' I said feeling guilty, moving his hair away from his eyes.

''Aaron offered me to be Alexanderia's other recruiter. Got a bike out of it. I'll be able to leave but I'll be here till you get better. I won't leave your side'' He spoke softly, pressing his lips against mine.

''You do what you have to do, don't worry about me''

He sighed and shot me a look and I knew where this was headed ''You have to tell me Annora. You scared me to death, I thought you were gone. I sensed something was wrong but you kept fucking hiding it from me. It has to stop''

''None of us could've done something about it'' I declared and his glare got sharper making me regret saying those words as I imminently started to cower back as usual.

''We could've tried. They have people here that can help. I would've scoured the earth to keep you alive, to keep you here. Don't doubt that, you have to keep fighting. You'll get up tomorrow, walk and interact with people and fight like you're supposed to. I don't wanna hear that, I don't wanna hear it'' He spoke harshly, the tone of his voice was as aggressive as it gets. I knew he cared and he would do anything for but I was just tried.

''I'm tired of fighting Daryl, I don't know how long I go on for and what I should do'' I sank my head into his neck letting the tears drop out of exhaustion. I held back the sobs that were approaching, as I sat there listening to his pulse beat trying to fight the nightmares, the exhaustion, the migraine, and the pain. I'm running out of fights.

''Stay. That's what you should and have to do. No matter what, you have to stay''