Saving Grace

Prisoner

    Like once before, Daryl and Ivy were woken up by the sound of Rick's voice calling for them. Ivy rolled over looking over at Daryl who was already looking her way. Daryl gave her a look, one practically screaming "It's you're turn." Making her groan.

    "What." She called out, Rick it once again unzipping the tent.

    "I hate to bother you this early Ivy," Rick began, receiving a dull look from Ivy, making him quietly laugh and shake his head. "Hershel needs your help, nurse." Ivy groaned, realizing Daryl was right. She stood, shoving her boots on.

    "Like is said, I never shoulda said I was a damn nurse... Who got fucked up now?" Rick grimaced, looking at his feet.

    "It's a... Long story." She followed him out of the tent, nodding for Daryl to come along. She listened to Rick's explanation, about how they were attacked, how they left a kid behind, and that the kid's leg got skewered by a fence.

    "I'm a nurse not a damned doctor, I know how to stitch yeah but seriously Rick? The kids tendons in his leg got ripped apart and you expect me and Hershel to patch him up with hardly any supplies?" She scolded, Rick's eyes widening as he rubbed the back of his neck.

    "Daryl, I want you to stand in there while I work with Hershel, kid could be dangerous even if he is injured. Rick, if he turns and attacks me, I'm gonna eat your lungs when I'm dead." This caused a laugh to leave Daryl, a small one, but a laugh nonetheless.

    "How much have you done so far, Hershel?" When they walked in his hands were bloodied, the kid knocked out. He couldn't of been but Beth's age, which made Ivy grimace.

    "I've worked on some of the inside of the leg, I'm need your help cleaning and sewing the outside... My hands aren't as good as they use to be, and I'm not exactly energized and focused after my night to town." Nodding she leaned by him, taking the needle along with cotton pads that were nearby, getting to work.

    After about an hour Ivy was nearly cross eyed from focusing but she had finished stitching up what was left that needed stitches. She had also wrapped it after cleaning the blood, not wanting it to get infected. Her shirt had the kids blood on it, her hands covered.

    "Mind if I go ask Maggie for a clean shirt? He should be good now." Hershel nodded, thanking the woman, admiring her work. She stood, popping her back slightly before Daryl opened the door for her.

    "Told ya, they ain't gonna leave ya alone." She gave him a small glare, before calling out for Maggie. She soon came from the kitchen, Glenn following her like a stray puppy.

    "Mind gettin the sink turned on for me and maybe a clean shirt?" Ivy kept her hands up, not wanting blood to go everywhere. The girl nodded, hurrying to turn the sink on before running for a shirt.

    "You were able to fix his leg?" Glenn asked, earning a quiet laugh from Ivy.

    "I was the head nurse of my hospital, I'd assist in surgeries, and I watched tons of procedures. If I can't sew a leg up then damn, I shouldn't call myself a nurse." A laugh along with a smile came to Glenn's face. Daryl watched the woman, leaning against the wall. He hated to admit it but he admired how strong and intelligent the woman was, along with having survival knowledge. He knew she didn't need anyone, that she was a survivor. She was a good group member to have.

    "Here's ya a shirt, sorry if it's a little small." Drying her hands she nodded, accepting the shirt with a smile. It was a black shirt, one with the "Guns and Roses" logo, making her raise a brow at Maggie.

    "From my rebellious phase." A laugh escaped Ivy before a large smile rested on her face. She shook her head, walking to the bathroom and changing. It was a tad snug but at least it was clean.

    When she walked out Daryl was waiting on her, eyes staring at her once she walked into his view. He looked at the shirt and back up to her eyes, making a brow raise.

    "Somethin' on me, Dixon?" Her question made him look away, biting his thumb before shaking his head. She smiled seeing his ears had tinted pink, reaching up towards one. He flinched away so she quickly flicked it, walking away quickly.

    "Red ears Dixon, better than red cheeks I suppose." She heard his angry grumbles, keeping a laugh in.

    "The hell we gonna do with the kid?" Shane's voice made her roll her eyes. Talk of letting him go or killing him made her allow her presence to be known.

    "I know damn well y'all didn't just have me use supplies on a kid for you to try and kill him like some no legged senior dog?" Shane gave her a look of disgust, Dale walking over to Ivy and patting her back.

    "We don't decide who lives or dies! He's just a kid!" Dale added, Ivy crossed her arms, the idea of killing someone they just saved making her scoff.

    "He tried to kill Rick, Glenn, Hershel!" Shane argued. Ivy threw her hands in the air before pinching her nose.

    "Just cause you've got a gun you ain't suddenly god. Take him somewhere, drop him off. You don't decide who dies just because you think you have the damn right." Shane moved closer to her, face near hers, attempting to scare her.

    "What makes you think you have a say in this? You're as much of a stranger as this kid, you remember that." Her eyes didn't move from his, forming into a squint.

    "I saved that kid, so I have a say. I'm a nurse, I know every single main artery in your body and how to sever it, you remember that." Shane went to move again but was pulled away by Rick, Daryl stepping closer to behind Ivy.

    "C'mon." Daryl muttered, grabbing Ivy's wrist and leading her out of the house.

    "What a fucking prick, who the hell does he think he is?" Ivy started, clenching her fists as she followed Daryl back to the tent. He was going to take them hunting, knowing she needed away.

    "Calm down." He unzipped the tent, grabbing their bows. Fire was lit in Ivy, one that didn't want to stop.

    "And to get in my face? He's lucky I didn't just break his crooked ass nose! Sorry son of a-" Daryl put her bow around her along with her arrows, causing her to quiet down for a second.

    "He wants ya to get angry, don't let 'em win." She let out a huff, bumping her side into him as she turned around. He put his crossbow on his shoulder, looking down at her.

    "What way we gonna to?" She asked, earning a point from him, she was glad he wanted to go hunting, she needed away from the group before she choked Shane.

    "What we trying to get?" She asked as they walked their way towards the woods. He grumbled, thinking for a moment.

    "Anythin' that moves." She nodded, understanding he didn't really wanna talk. She didn't either but she had to ask.

    The two walked into the woods, tracking and hunting in peaceful silence.