Fuck You, Dixon! (Daryl Dixon x reader)

Chapter 103: The Big Decision

A/N: (Song is: Shatter me, by Lindsey Stirling.)

ALSO....I feel like I need to put a trigger warning for big sadness and depression here because...this chapter might hurt....

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Hershel continued to do multiple checkups and tests on me for a while, all whilst Glenn and Sasha stayed by my side, holding me tightly to comfort me.

He repeated the same things over and over, just to make sure he was correct in his suspicions. Not that I knew what they were.

Eventually, he seemed satisfied and sure enough to stop, and began to ask me questions about how I was feeling. I guess he wanted to be extra sure about my condition, considering there wasn't really a way to properly test anything anymore...

Hershel leaned back with a stethoscope hung around his neck and gave me a stern look.
"Now...I'm pretty sure of your condition, but I want to be sure. Can you answer a few questions for me?"
My head ached a little and it was a little difficult to focus on his words, but I nodded.
"Yeah...just...don't make 'em too long..."
He nodded.
"I will try."
Glenn rubbed my shoulders as he sat by me, holding me up.
"Are you alright?"
I slowly nodded.
"Fine...just...feeling faint again..."
Sasha took my other side and nodded.
"We've got you. Don't worry."

Hershel sighed as he clasped his hands together, waiting a moment for me to feel a little better before continuing. Once Glenn and Sasha were sure I was alright, they both gave him a nod to continue.

Hershel nodded and leaned close, a serious look on his face.
"Now, Y/n, I need you to answer my questions honestly, alright?"
I slowly nodded.
"I don't think I could come up with lies anyway...hurts too much to think right now." I joked.
Glenn gently hit me.
"Not funny."
Sasha sighed and nodded for Hershel to continue.
"Go ahead, Hershel."

Hershel took a breath, nodded, then completely turned to face me and begun to ask his questions.
"Right, remember, answer honestly."
I rolled my eyes and nodded.
"Yes'sir..."
He sighed and shook his head, then asked the first question.
"How long have you been feeling sick for?"
I raised a brow.
"I came here the day-"
He shook his head.
"I mean, how long have you felt nauseous."
I went silent for a moment and tried to think back on it.
"Well...I think...I've been here for a month...and...I think around a monthish before I was starting to feel nauseous. I didn't start vomiting till maybe two weeks before I came in here though..."
He nods.
"So you've been off for a while?"
"Yeah..."
He nods again.
"How about appetite? I know it's bad now, but what about before?"
I thought for a moment, not really sure why this was a nessecary question, but answered anyway.
"My appetite...I was kinda losing it even before. Only wanted to eat a select few things. And...I kinda lost my taste too."
He nodded slowly, taking my words into consideration.
"And your stomach? Any pains when you ate, or, when you felt ill?"
I furrowed my brows trying to think.
"Um...let's see...it's kinda hard to remember..."
"Take your time."
I nodded and continued to think.
"Actually...I think so. I had an upset stomach whenever I ate certain things, even if they were things I liked. That was around the same time I started to feel nauseous and caught a fever..."
He nodded slowly, taking in everything I said.
"And your urine?"
I choked on my own spit, a little caught off guard by the question.
"You what?"
Glenn sighed and patted my back.
"Just answer..."
Sasha nodded.
"If Hershel is asking then it must be important. No need to be embarrassed, alright?"

I gave the both of them an award look, but Glenn just nodded and rubbed my back, assuring me it was alright to say anything.

I let out a reluctant sigh and tried to think about it, not that I ever really paid attention to such things...but, the longer I thought, I did actually realise something.