Sicky and sweet

Crimson

another man.
"I shot him! I was aiming for a deer and the boy was behind it!" Otis covered his mouth in pure guilt.
"Shit." She whispered taking the man's shoulder leading him up to the porch.
" DAD!!"
She yelled as she took the boy in her arms. The man was hesitant. Letting out a weak
"No. Careful no..." but eventually let her take him.
"Inside! Get him inside!"
Her father looks at her.
"Was he bit??"
"No daddy... Otis shot em."
She set him in on the bed after he pulled back the sheets. Shouting at Maggie to grab painkillers, coagulates and alcohol.
"Pillowcase" she looks to the man. He looks at her dazed.
"Is he alive?" His lip wobbles
"Pillowcase now!!!" 
Herschel pats her shoulder.
"I'll take care of this take him out of the room."
She nods, taking the man's hand.
"Hell be okay but right now you gotta let my daddy do his work okay?" She grabs his shoulder tugging both in hand. He nods following her out onto the deck as Maggie rushes in with the requested supplies.
She saw Maggie making a pad and Beth setting out supplies.

She closed the door and ushered him out and
Sat him down on the stairs.
Otis and the other man rush to me
"Is he alive??"
"Yes but you gotta let him work I promise he's in good hands. He's a doctor." The man pushes his hair out of his face. Otis is out of breath, she sits him down as well.

"Someone tell me what happened please" she says in a quiet tone.
"He was looking at a deer, me and Rick were watching him closely when a bullet shot through the both of them. " he raised his voice at Otis direction.
"None of that! Otis did not purposefully shoot your boy. Now I know y'all are concerned anyone would be. But please, we need a calm space to work otherwise nothing will get done and we will lose your boy." She put her hand on his arm carefully.
" is it just you? " she asks crossing her arms.
"No, no we have a group." Rick said wiping his forehead and taking off his hat.
"Okay, do they know?"
He shakes his head,
"Okay which one of you is the daddy?"
She asks putting her hands in her back pockets of her cut off overalls.
"Me... me" Rick says.
The other man's jaw ticks.
"Okay, sir would you mind please finding your group and directing them to us? I'll go with you if need be." The man nods,
"I'll show you the horses, alright?" She walks with him
"You... you gon be able to ride horses in that??" He looks at her outfit. Overalls and a lacy white eyelet tank top that shows the sides of her stomach.
"Not any of your concern right now is it?" She sassed as she mounted the horse. The took off, near a church that Sicky used to attend when she was younger. It shut down years ago due to asbestos in the walls. It was a wonder why it wasn't demolished.
"This them??"
"Yes!" He says quickly getting off the horse. She got off too, and took a map out of the horses satchel.
She took a pen that was near the bottom of the bag and marked which trail to take to the farm.
A group came running out, large one at that.
She pushed back the fallen strand from her braids and looked at the woman who rushed over to her.
"I'm guessing you're mama?"
She nods with a whimper.
"Okay get one of the horses and take it back to the farm, he'll show you. I'll lead your group back too."
"Thank you... thank you so much!" She hugs her.
Sicky hugs back.
The two left and she turned around feeling a knot in her stomach. She scanned the group, a woman with short gray hair walked up first.
"I'm carol, we appreciate the help." She said timidly with a small smile.
"You're very welcome. What about the rest of your group?"
"This is dale" a older man with a Hawaiian shirt and a sun hat
"That's Andrea" a blonde woman with a stone look
"I'm Glenn." A man around her age pops up beside her. A smile on his face. She returns it.
"T-dog" a big buff man with a smile waved.
"And Daryl." A man with a Crossbow and short hair, looked as podunk as they came. A button down shirt with the arms cut off, jeans and work boots. She scanned his face, sculpted facial features and deep set green eyes. A five-o'-clock shadow dusted his chin and jaw. He staggered from foot to foot eyeing her up and down.
"You gonn show us where to go or do we gotta hunt for it ourselves?" He throws his arm in the direction the two previously went.
Her face sours.
"Can you say please?"
" man I ain't gon say-" carol and Glenn stared daggers into him
"Ignore him, please show us. We apologize."
Sicky nods and puts her hands into her back pocket as she turns, keeping eye contact with the man.

On the way to the farm, she conversed with carol the most. Telling her about Juilliard and her almost ballerina-like path. She told her about her childhood and how long she lived her. Carol told her about her daughter and her late husband. She apologized but carol insisted he was an ass.
She let out a giggle.

Making it back to the farm was about a twenty minute walk.
"Now we need to keep calm and collected for the family okay? Not only yours but mine to... they don't like a lot of commotion, I'm just enough for all of em." She jokes
The red neck snorts
"You gotta problem sir?" She says looking back at him with her chin down, hands on her hips head turned and looking through her lashes. She was a sight to see, nobody has ever denied that that girl can knock you on your feet with a smile and a wink. But looking at you like that could bring a dead man back from his grave.
Even Daryl had a hesitant moment.
" don't seem like much commotion to my ass."
"You're not one enough to give it so sir. That's all" she said shrugging her shoulder and walking forward.

Herschel was now coaching Otis and the other man on what they need from the med center. They would go, slip in and try to slip back out. Hopefully both unscathed and unharmed.

" can I go with?"
"Sicky no." Herschel scolded with a sour look
"Let me go I can be of help! I'm fast and I've been there multiple times before and after!"
"I said no and that final."
"Just cause I'm back at this house don't mean I'm sixteen anymore. I've been on my own for four years. Let. Me. Go."
Maggie steps in
"She is fast, Otis can't run all that well daddy." Sicily thanked god for that.
Off they were on their horses again, her and Shane. She put a name to the face. They took the horses again this time, their last two since the others were being rested from their trip.
Sicily was on a sick one, an old one. But he was still strong as a cement and steel wall.

Once they got there Shane took out three flares.
"You know these? They're flares, glow bright red and sizzle. It'll distract the walkers."
"Walkers?"
"What do you call em..." he said lighting all three and running around throwing them at different positions of the building. Creating a diversion. Sicily was quick to sprint past and up to a broken window. She took off a jacket she took with her and laid it on the widow as to not get cut.
"Afraid of a little cut?"
"No, infection isn't too good a sign nowadays now is it?"
"Snarky bitch."
She rolled her eyes and they split up, careful to avoid any hoards inside.
Soon they were back outside, all supplies in a duffle bag. When she dropped out of the window he was quick after her, though he landed incorrectly on his ankles and slipped, a harsh yelp exploded from his mouth. Sicily was quick to turn back.
"Cmon big man." She says sarcastically, hoisting as much of him as she could on her shoulder. He hopped along with her, slowly heading back to the horses.
"We gotta slow em down." She yells as a hoard chases from behind.
Shane has an uneasy look in his eye, something he should be thinking he is.
"Whatever dumb idea you think you're cookin up, think twice about that boy in the bed and who's really helping you here."
The idea dissipates.
"Shoot the old horse, not yours but mine."
"But-"
"Fucking do it!!" She yells, he pulls out his gun not a second later and shoots. Straight through the brain. The horse drops.
They make their way to the gate and open it up, she helps Shane hoist himself up on the horse. She goes next. They make it out