midnight rain | daryl dixon

chapter 2: bloodletting.

trigger warnings: some language and mention of gore.

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The echo from the shot continued for a moment and Alison smiled at Maggie's comment.

"I hope it's somethin' good." Ali responded, taking a final sip from her glass before standing up and heading to the tap for a refill. She turned it on and only drops came out, which meant that the well that fed to the house was low again.

"Well must be dry." Alison said "You go finish up, I'll move some water across from one of the others" She offered.

"Sounds good, see you in a bit" Maggie concluded before heading upstairs as Alison headed out, grabbing a bucket from the porch on her way. This wasn't the first time this had happened so even though it was a boring job, Ali knew how to do it. The sun was getting slightly lower, so she left the flannel shirt she was wearing on a chair before heading to one of the other wells.

While Alison was softly humming to herself from behind the building, getting buckets of water from the third well to take to the one that led into the house, she was too entranced in her world of her own to notice the frantic man running to the farm house with his boy, who was bleeding out onto the police uniform he was dressed in.

Maggie, who was heading out to finish her chores, saw the man running from the distance and alerted her father, who came outside along with other members of the Greene family.

"Was he bit?" Hershel asked before anything else.

"Shot" The man replied, breathlessly "By your man" He added. "He said to find Hershel, is that you?" He asked, begging for help.

"Get him inside" Hershel instructed, rolling his sleeves up to prepare as everyone ran in and he called for Patricia to assist. "And someone go find, Alison. We need her here" Hershel added.

Alison had moved three buckets of water, oblivious to the situation, only being alerted to what was going on a few minutes later when Shane and Otis had arrived back onto the farm.

"Are you Alison?" A dark haired man, who would later be revealed to be Shane Walsh said as he ran over to the brunette.

"Who the hell are you-" Alison replied, confused as to who he was and how he knew her name.

"It doesn't matter, all that matters is that Hershel asked me to get you. A boy's been shot, it's an emergency" Shane spoke, grabbing Ali by the arm to usher her inside. Although she wasn't a qualified doctor, she did have four years of ivy league medical school under her belt so that clearly counted for something.

Before she knew it, she was back inside the house which was filled with frantic people "Put these on" Hershel commanded Ali, handing her a pair of latex gloves which she slid on.

"How old is he?" Alison asked the man, covered in blood as she rushed to his bedside to aid with the insertion of the IV, he was bleeding rapidly and as a medical student - Alison was ridiculously unprepared for this.

"Ten.. he's ten" Rick responded, to which Alison nodded and Hershel adjusted the IV drip accordingly.

"Do you know his blood type?" Hershel asked Rick.

"A+, same as me" Rick responded, still looking frantic.

"That's fortunate, don't wander far. I'm gonna need you" Hershel stated. "What happened?" He asked Otis, who also looked quite in shock.

"I was tracking a buck" The man confirmed.

Alison stood up, to go and collect the relevant equipment needed for a blood transfusion. She had helped out at a local blood clinic while she was in college so this was one thing she did know how to do, fortunately.