Sicky and sweet

Kiddin'

Sicily lets out a groan of pain, a whimper alongside it. Clutching her side, she didn't think that would hurt that bad. It never hurt that bad in the movies. Soon she felt a hand to her temple, she peaks up to see Glenn.

"Daryl..." She whimpers again, her consciousness was fading. The pain was too much, like a red-hot dagger piercing through her abdomen. 

"Shes awake! Shes okay!" Rick let out a hefty sigh.

"I was kidding." Daryl mumbles as rick and Shane hoist him up.

Glenn puts his arm underneath Sicily's upper back and hooking the other under her knees. The bullet had just grazed Daryl's head, but it went straight through her.

"She, okay?" He grumbles, looking towards Glenn.

"Hey!" He somewhat yells.

"She, okay?!"

Glenn begins to stutter.

"I-I'm not sure. I don't know what the bullet hit." 

Soon Andrea and Dale came bounding down the hill. Andrea babbling and whining about how she didn't mean to and asking if they're dead.

"You hit her and grazed him; you better beg and pray that she won't meet her end, Andrea."

"What the hell happened? He's wearing ears!"

"Let's keep that to ourselves." Rick tears off the makeshift necklace. 

Maggie and Herschel are now running to her. Maggie with tears down her face and Herschel yelling in Andrea's ear. Beth just behind the group, making her way to her sister, stroking her hair and holding her limp hand. 

The next thirty minutes were hell, with Beth tending to Daryl, Daryl begging to see Sicily and questioning her condition. Then asking who the hell shot them.

Maggie and Herschel were in the next room with a passed-out Sicily with a snake fang broken off in her leg, and a bullet wound through her left side. She started to stir.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" Maggie whispered as she held her hand. Sicily squeezing and gasping in pain as she felt Herschel's tweezers searching for the bullet.

"I know, I know Hun. I almost got it just stay still." Herschel says as he holds down her hip. Sicily opens her eyes and stares at Maggie.

"Hey, sicky. I'm here I know." Maggie says with a smile on her face and tears cascading down her cheeks. Sicily squeezes her hand.

"That hurt like a bitch..." She laughed slightly. Maggie laughed and continued to stare down at her. Sicily's mind the recollected the past hour. 

"Daryl... where's...?" She asked, her father finally taking out the bullet. She attempted to sit up, feeling fear course through her. 

"He's okay! he's fine, Beth's taking care of him. She's got him." 

"Maggie I still need to stich her up." Herschel says panicked. 

Maggie holds down her shoulders. 

"Hey he's fine, he's alive." Her body physically relaxes Maggie keeps her hands on her shoulders, stroking her with her thumb. Sicily nodded, but she couldn't stop herself from falling back asleep. Too exhausted to fight it anymore. she was knocked out cold, Maggie sat in the bed next to her playing with her long curls. About an hour later, she heard heavy footsteps making their way across the hall. Her head peaked up; she saw the man himself. Grizzled, wounded, tired, but clean. He was offered a shower by Beth, and he couldn't ignore the offer. A moment alone under hot water and a washcloth was heaven to him. He also might've had a thought of not scaring Sicily too much whenever she would see him next. 

"She alright?" He looked almost startled to see Maggie, not just Sicily. 

"Shes fine, in a lot of pain, but fine." She tilted her head to peek at her older sister.

"Shes tough" he said, not really sure where to go with the conversation. Maggie hummed.

"She asked for you." His heart jumped. Maggie smiled.

"I... i did the same." He said, as a branch of solidarity.

"No, you don't understand." She turned to him, her face stone.

"She asked for you " She blinked at him. He sighed, staring down at Sicily from the doorway. Maggie slowly inched her way off the bed. 

"She's gonna convince my dad to let y'all stay." She said pushing past him. he nodded, he inched his way to her side of the bed. She started to stir; he backed up about three and a half feet. When she lifted her head and sat up, she recognized his presence.

"Who fucking shot me?" 

He lets out one of his snorts. 

"S'that Andrea bitch."

"What the hell was she doing?" Sicily put her hands in her lap and let her head fall against the wood behind her. 

"Trying to show off." He says, taking a tiny step closer. Sicily makes no movement, in fear of hurting the delicate atmosphere. She offers a weak laugh. 

"I hate her" 

"Me too..." He pauses. "You alright?" Sicily nods, rubbing her cheek. 

"I really need to shower... you beat me to it, it seems." She felt incredibly awkward. What had changed in the hour? Was it him in her room? The fact that she called out to him when she got hit? Was it the fact that she was only in a sports bra? It could've been the whole nine yards. In that moment the air was stiff, neither of them saying anything. Their eyes were locked in on each other. For the first time in his presence, she had nothing to say. No banter, no jokes, no stories. She just wanted to watch him. 

Daryl felt the opposite, his chest was building with anticipation... pressure. He wanted to apologize for getting her mixed up in that shit show of a "search and rescue". He hated the way he talked to her at first, he shouldn't have snapped whenever she was sharing her past. His ego was in the way, a little bit of merle still in the back of his mind.

' You aint nobodies bitch huh?'  His brothers scraggly voice scratching at the walls of his brain

'Look pretty bitched out to me'  

With that he cleared his throat.

"Was just making sure you weren't dead. You should- you should probably get that shower now." His fingers were drawing blood with how hard he was digging the nails into his palm. She laughs and nods. 

"Yeah, I guess so." She pushed the blanket off of her, exiting the bed. He couldn't stop himself from taking a lunge forward whenever she hissed at the tightness of her stiches, wincing with a gasp. 

"Let me help." He said just slightly above whisper. His arms circling around her waist, her hands gripped his biceps. They were so close; he could feel her bare torso on his. He excused the closeness with just helping, but he couldn't stop his fingers from brushing down the indent of her spine. She couldn't bring herself to mind. 

"Daryl you're more injured than I am." She gave a shy smile, for the first time she was rendered nervous by a man. She felt her palms start to sweat; her legs became weak. His gaze down on her ran a chill up her spine. She was sure he could feel the goosebumps, she was still tracing little lines down her back. His gaze fell and he pulled back, letting his hands fall to his sides. Sicily was surprised she kept herself up right. 

"Yeah... guess you're right." He took a few steps back before pausing, she studied his face. He wanted to say something, he wanted to say it so bad. He couldn't force the words out of his throat. He turned his back to her and left the room with a hand rubbing the back of his delt. 

"Shit." Sicily was quick to call for Maggie.