million dollar man | twd

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[ i told you so ]

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As Daryl carried Vanessa through the gates of Alexandria, her breaths came in shallow, labored gasps. The community, ever vigilant, sensed the urgency and immediately sprang into action. The sight of Vanessa's pale face and the blood-soaked bandages struck fear into their hearts.

"Get her to the infirmary!" Daryl shouted, his voice cracking under the strain of the moment. Rosita and Abraham flanked him, helping to navigate through the crowd that had gathered.

Inside the infirmary, the situation grew more desperate. The small room, usually a place of solace, was now filled with frantic energy. Someone called for Rick, Michonne, Maggie, and everyone else, their faces appearing in quick succession as they entered the room, concern etched deeply into their expressions.

Rick's eyes widened as he took in the scene. "What happened?" he demanded, his voice steady but filled with worry.

"Gunfire. Saviors ambushed us," Daryl explained quickly. He gestured to Vanessa, who was now lying on a bed, her body shivering despite the heat of the room. "Denise is dead. We need a doctor. Maggie—"

Maggie's face fell as she realized the gravity of the situation. "Denise... she was our only doctor," she said, her voice trembling. "I don't know if I can—"

Rick placed a firm hand on Maggie's shoulder, his gaze softening. "You have to try. It's Vanessa."

With grim determination, Maggie approached Vanessa's bedside. She took a deep breath and assessed the wound. "My dad taught me some stuff, but it's not much," Maggie said, her hands shaking slightly as she moved to examine the injury.

Michonne, who had been watching from the side, stepped forward. "We'll help," she said, her voice resolute.

Rick nodded and quickly began organizing the resources, his face set with determination. The infirmary, now a hive of activity, was filled with the sound of hurried footsteps and urgent whispers.

Maggie carefully cleaned the wound, her hands steady despite the tremors. She used every piece of medical knowledge she could remember, trying to stem the bleeding and stabilize Vanessa. She applied pressure to the wound, then used whatever supplies were available to dress it.

Hours passed, the room filled with the constant hum of worry and the occasional sound of Vanessa's labored breathing. Maggie and Michonne worked tirelessly, their skills tested under the most dire of circumstances. Rick and Daryl stood close by, their faces a mixture of hope and helplessness.

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Vanessa's eyes fluttered open, the sterile scent of the infirmary mingling with the dull ache that radiated through her body. She tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness forced her to lie back down. Her surroundings were quiet, the usual hum of medical equipment and murmurs of the infirmary absent.