Fighting for our Future {TWD Daryl Dixon}

89: Punishments Fit The Crimes

I sat with the knife in my hand pointed directly at Sebastian's temple. The tears in my eyes are causing my vision to go slightly blurry, as I try to will myself to put down my geekified son. I started thinking back to all of my memories with Seb, and I just never thought it would end like this. 

He was such a sweet little boy when I met him that day in the woods near the prison. He was so scared, so helpless. But one of the best things I've ever done was tackling Sebastian out of the way of Carl's bullet. If I never would have done that, I never would've gotten to know the sweet, protective, and often sassy little boy that I came to love as if he were my own flesh and blood.

But then again, If I hadn't stopped Carl, if I hadn't tacked Seb out of the way, none of this would be happening. I wouldn't feel the world's worst heartache. Sebastian would still be dead, but I never would've gotten attached. He wouldn't have had to witness everything that he's had to in his short life.

Looking back though, even knowing what I know now, I wouldn't change that day. Knowing Seb has been one of the greatest joys of my life. 

"Nora... You need to do it."

 I heard Siddiq's soft voice as I held the knife still positioned at my sons head. I looked up at the doctor with tears in my eyes and nodded my head. I know he's right, I need to do this. Seb wouldn't want this. He wouldn't want to be a geek. He doesn't deserve to be one either. This kid deserved the best life, and I wish I would've been able to give that to him.

I was about to finally push the knife into Sebastian's head, when all the moaning and groaning stopped. Which is odd, because geeks don't really stop moaning, groaning, or growling. I shook my head and took a deep breath knowing that I need to end him. He may not be growling right now, but it doesn't stop the fact that he was.

I completely froze when my geekified son opened his eyes. But unlike geeks his eyes weren't hazy and colorless. They were the same beautiful golden brown that they've always been. 

He's alive...?

"M-mom?" 

I broke down crying even more when I heard my son's sweet voice. Not even a full second passed and I had thrown the knife across the room into an empty corner and hugged my fully alive son 

"Owww! Mom!" Sebastian complained. "Get off me." I slowly loosened my grip on Sebastian's body and put my hand on his face, and rubbed my thumb along his cheek before leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Mom..? You alright? You're kind of freaking me out."

"I'm freaking you out?" I questioned with now happy tears rolling down my face. 

"Yeah?" He groaned before looking around the room confused but when his eyes landed on Enid in the bed next to him, he started freaking out. Sebastian grunted from his pain as he tried to sit up and leave his bed to go to Enid. I slowly and gently pushed him back down. "Mom! What happened to Enid!?" Sebastian then got a closer look at my face, which is most likely completely bruised from all of tonight events. "And what happened to you!?"

"Enid will be fine, I promise." I softly smiled at my son while wiping some of my tears away. "How do you feel?"

"I feel.... Irritiated." Seb groaned at me. "You gonna answer my questions or not?"

"You gonna answer mine?" I retorted. "I'm still your parent, you little shit." I slightly laughed. "I was worried about you. We thought you had died and turned. That knife I tossed? Do you know how close that was to entering your damn head before you spoke? No? Well, it was the worst feeling that I've ever had. So how about you do me the solid of answering my questions, and then I will answer yours." I sighed. "How are you feeling? How much pain are you in on a scale of one to ten?"