"If you think Rick is the problem, I guess you don't know what I'm fucking capable of you asshole." - Rhea Dixon
"I guess I do have more balls even than you Shane." - Rhea Dixon
"I'm a Dixon. And I've been through a lot more hell than any of you ev...
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"Henry, I need you to calm down." Hershel warned the man, as he was trying to plunged a tybed down his throat.
Rhea, Glenn and Sasha were holding the man down, the they could in their weaken state.
Henry kept coughing profusely fighting against them all. Rhea groaned loudly pushing his shoulders down yet again, she felt the exhaustion kick in more and more. She closed her eyes feeling the sweat soak her entire back and her own throat tighten.
"We're trying to help." Hershel begged, but the man kept moving.
Hershel managed to get the man's mouth open before sticking the tube down his throat and managing to open his airways.
Rhea quickly moved her hands from his shoulders before coughing harshly. She could feel each cough scrape her throat and the pain in her ribs from coughing so much.
"Drink some of that. Three of you." Hershel urged. Glenn grabbed two cups before handing one to Sasha and the other to the younger Dixon before grabbing his own. "Some council meeting, huh?" Hershel asked them.
"We're two members short." Sasha weakly said not even opening her eyes.
Rhea lifted the cup slowly to her chapped lips before swallowing and cringing at the burning sensation. She couldn't even get through half the cup before she placed it down.
"I think we should make some new rules before they get back. I hereby declare we have spaghetti Tuesdays every Wednesday." Hershel joked, earning a loud laugh from the Dixon girl. She opened her eyes and looked over to the man smiling.
"First we have to find some spaghetti. You okay to take over?" Hershel asked and Sasha nodded slowly moving over to his spot.
"Every five to six seconds, squeeze. You start feeling lightheaded, grab somebody else to take over. We'll take it in shifts." He explained to her, before turning to Glenn and Rhea, both were leaning on each other for support "You two want to help me go on my rounds?"
"Yeah." She answered slowly getting up by using the poles. She groaned feeling as if her muscles couldn't even move anymore.
"How long will that keep him alive?" Glenn asked standing right by the door.
"Just as long as we're willing to do it. As long as it takes." Hershel declared before heading downstairs.
Rhea gripped the side of the stairs and walked down slowly. They passed a cell and looked in seeing a man with his eyes open dead from the flu.
Rhea grabbed her knife out, but Hershel shook his head.
"No. Not here." He whispered and walked over to get a gurney. She placed her knife back and turned to the man. "Help me get him on this." Hershel instructed them.
"What are you going to do when Henry dies?" Rhea asked him.
"Rhea-"
"Hershel. How are we gonna get his body down the stairs, across the cell block and through those doors without anyone noticing?" She asked him.
