A Broken World

Thirty-Four

YN

After taking a few of the men out in Dave and Tony's group, the others jumped in their trucks and took leaving behind on of their men. He was only a kid, maybe a couple years younger than Maggie. He had slipped off the roof, falling, and landing on the iron fence. The sharp pointed post went straight through his leg. Walkers started to gather, stumbling towards us, attracted by the kids screams.

“We need to go, leave him!” I yelled at Rick. He refused to leave the kid here. But he keeps screaming in pain drawling more and more walkers. Rick wants Hershel to cut his leg off but there isn't anytime and the kid wouldn't survive if he would cut it off. So instead Rick just yanks the kids leg off the post. When we get him in the truck Glenn covers his eyes with a red cloth he found in the back of Hershel's truck and we speed off back towards the farm.

“Shit, yn, you're bleeding.” I look over to Glenn with a questioning look. “What?” I ask. Then I feel it, the pain in my side. I look down to see my shirt is soaked in blood and I laugh. “Oh, that's just fucking great!” I life my shirt up to see I had been shot. Hershel turns and looks at me and then down at my side. “Did it go all the way through?” He asked. Rick is glancing in the rearview mirror at me. I wince as I sit forward and reach behind me to feel for an exit wound but find none. “Fuck.” I looked up at Hershel and give him a weak smile. “Sorry, Doc.”

I reach inside my bag and pull the med kit out, opening it and grabbing some gauze. I press it to my wound, grimacing at the pain. I was running on so much adrenaline that I hadn't even realized that one of those fuckers shot me. I started to feel woozy when we turned down the drit drive to the farm.

When we pulled up to the house it looked like Daryl, T-dog, and Andrea were getting Otis’ truck ready to come look for us. Glenn, Rick, and Hershel got out but I stayed still, starting to feel sleepy. “The fuck you mean she was shot!” Was the last thing I heard before I passed out.

Daryl

“Where is she?” Daryl asked. “In the back. She was shot,” Glenn told him. Anger filled Daryl's veins. “The fuck you mean she was shot!” He shouted. “I don't know. She didn't even know unlit we were leaving town.” Daryl was beyond pissednoww. That stupid bitch had to go tagging along and got herself shot. But at the same time he was worried and when he got worried or his feeling started to show he lashed out at people to cover it up. “I need her to be taken in the house so I can get that bullet out,” Hershel said. “Patricia I need the shed prepped for surgery too.”

T-Dog and Glenn were pulling Randall out of the truck and taking him to the shed. Daryl stormed over to the other side, flung the door open, and about stopped breathing when he saw yn sitting there unmoving. Her shirt and pants were soaked in blood. Daryl put and arm under her legs and one behind her back, lofted her into his arms, and rushing her to the house. His heart was beating rapidly against his ribcage. As much as he pretends he hates her and blames her for becoming a cop and putting Merle going to jail, he knew it's not her fault.

He didn't hate her; never did. He was only pissed off because his brother was always running off and doing stupid shit to get himself arrested. Merle was always leaving him alone with their alcoholic abusive father. He was the one to always have to take the hits for what Merle did because he wasn't there. The scars on his back are because Merle left and ran off. So their father took his anger out on him since he couldn't take it out on his eldest son.

He told yn that it was a mistake when they had that moment on christmas when she was home for the holidays. It wasn't and he hasn't touched another woman since then. Merle was the one that told him to get rid of her. He olanted a seed inside his head that told him she was the problem. Then his own insecurities didn't help either. He wasn't good enough for a girl like her. She was beautiful and smart. She grew up in a nice neighbor and never had to worry about money. Sure her dad was an asshole and her step-mother wasn't any better, they always casted her out, but she still had a good life; better than he did.

He doesn't regret saving her from those boys when they were kids or what had happened that one Christmas night. He doesn't regret letting her into his life. She was one of the only people who truly knows him and has never judged him. Now she was laying on a bed in the Greene's house bleeding out. If he would have just pulled his head out of his ass and wouldn't have pushed her and everyone else away, then she wouldn't be dying.

His hands were covered in her blood as he put pressure on her side. When he had taken his knife put to cut her short away he paused at seeing all the scars on her body. It looked like at one point in her time being in law enforcement she had been stabbed. He knew she had been shot before, she told him as much back in Atlanta. He didn't doubt that she had problem seen and been through some fucked up shit.

Herhsel came into the room, Maggie and Patricia behind her. He had went to check on Beth first and to gather all the supplies he would need. “I don't have anything to keep her under, so you're going to need to hold her down, Daryl, while I pull that bullet out.” He nodded at Hershel. Maggie grabbed a hold of yn ankles, pushing her legs down on to the bed. Daryl too a deep breath, places his hands on her shoulders, pressing down slightly and waited for Hershel to start digging into the hole the bullet made and dig it out of yn.

The scream yn let out when Hershel began will forever be stuck in his head. He'll here it in his sleep for the rest of his life. When she started thrashing he and Maggie held her down, putting more pressure on her to keep her still. Eventually, she went completely still and silent. Daryl's heart jumped into his throat and filled his ears. “She just passed out from the pain. She's going to be fine,” Herhsel told him, dropping the bullet into the metal bowl Patricia held out for him.

He cleaned the blood away and stitched her up, placing a bandage on it before walking out if the room. Daryl slumped down in the chair beside the bed and just watched her chest rise and fall. This past few days have been fucking hell. Sophia went missing only to be found in the fucking barn as a walker, Carl was shot while looking for her, he himself had been shot and had an arrow go through his side, yn was shot once in the shoulder at the same time and now she was shot again. Not to mention there was some strange fucking kid in the shed out back.

Daryl was going make a promise to himself that nothing else would happen to yn. He would die before anything else happened to her. He might not know how to deal with his feelings but he knew that he was lucky enough to be in the group he's in. They were all good people. He's glad he never had to go along with Merle's plan to rob them at the quarry. Even more he was thankful that the fucked up world brought he and yn back together. His first thought when shit got bad was her and where she was, if she was still alive. He personally make sure she stayed alive. They'll be the last ones standing in the end.