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ALLISON decided to leave the scene, even though Daryl really forced her, and go to her sisters for comfort.
"It has to stop eventually right?" Carol said, about the blood her father had been spilling out profusely.
"It slowed down quite a bit already." Lori said, getting up. Allison made her way past Carl to lean her back up against the wall by Maggie.
"If we can get him through this—"
"When we get him through this." Lori corrected her, trying to make the Greene sisters feel better. Although, it didn't make Allison feel better cause it didn't feel genuine.
"—we'll need crutches."
Lori washed her hands off with the rag, "Right now we could use some antibiotics and painkillers, some sterile gauze. There's got to be an infirmary here."
"If there is, we'll find it." Carol said. "You've got to be worried sick about delivering the baby."
"Look at me." Lori asked her, making her stare into terrified eyes. "Do I look worried?"
"You look disgusting." Carol said making both Lori and Allison smile softly.
"So do you." She touched Hershel gently on the head. "We'll get through this."
—A—
Beth and Allison sat in their cell. Both were quiet, due to the event from earlier. She knew her sister was going to apologize at some point and figured it would be now.
"I'm sorry for what I said, Alli. About mom. I know how you feel about it, and I used that against you... and—I'm sorry."
"It's alright, Beth."
"No, it's not." She admitted. "I shouldn't have made you feel guilty like that. It wasn't your fault, you know that right? There's nothing you could've done to change things. You can forgive yourself."
"Beth, seriously, it's okay. I know now better than I knew then. I know it wasn't my fault. I know me being there couldn't have changed anything, but I just.. I want your last memory of dad. Just in case, to be a happy one."
Beth smiled at her as Maggie walked in to check on them. "Whatcha doin?" She looked down at the youngest Greene's small project.
"He's gonna have a hard time walking around with one side of his pants dragging on the ground. You know, he could trip or something." Beth stared at the pants, cutting them with large scissors.
Allison and Maggie looked at each other, and she only shrugged, not knowing what to say to their most optimistic sibling.
Maggie sat on the bed next to Alli and sighed, "There's a good chance he won't wake up."
