IT ALMOST WORKED ! the walking dead ! season 4 episode 5 !
"there it is again that funny feeling"
brief mentions of attempted suicide !
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THE BLOCK ECHOED with coughs, the horrid smell of blood was harsh in the cell block. whether it be from people dying, or them vomiting the crimson substance. colette had fallen victim to puking up the thick crimson substance. it was a horrid feeling, the type where she could physically feel the blood rushing up her throat. tasting the metallic liquid, she could feel the thickness of the substance as it rushed out of her mouth. it would coverher teeth and her lips, coating them in a dark red color.
it stained her teeth, her lips and her tongue. she felt dizzy, it didn't matter weather she was lying down, or sitting up in the bunk, her head was constantly swimming. her bones ached, and sweat covered her entire body in a thin layer. she hated being on bed rest, she would of much rather to help those who were in need of it. so she did, hershel told her to quit playing hero, glenn had told her the same thing, she didn't consider it playing hero; she simply wanted to help people be more comfortable.
she hated feeling the way she did. she felt like she was slowly dying, every time she moved it felt as if her skin was being sliced with a knife. she'd been sick for less then a day, and it was already feeling like she was dying. truthfully she was, they all were. it was up to her immune system to fight off the virus.
her eyes squinted, the dark bags beneath them evident as she stood. fingers wrapping tightly around the cell door, keeping herself propped up as she limped out of the room, her chest heavily rising and falling. with each step her lungs felt short of air.
a hand gently landed on her bicep, her eyes darted to the side. her eyes met glenn's, he looked awful, yet she couldn't believe she looked any better then him, rather she was sure she looked just as bad. "rick's here, he wants to see you." glenn mumbled softly, reluctantly the teen nodded, turning her direction towards the small room in the corner. it was less of a room and more of a hideaway, a dark curtain one with rusted silver hoops, it kept the curtain off the ground.
the small hideaway offered those whom were sick a safe way to talk to their loved ones. a thick layer of glass keeping the sickness at bay. glenn slowly turned on his heels, walking in the opposite direction. off to tend to someone who was in a fit of coughs.
she made her way to the hideaway, moving awfully slow as she did so. her legs felt like they weighed tons, weighing her body down as she took steps. her boots thudded against the concrete floor, the grey color matching everything within the prison. it was rather depressing. her hand grasped the thin curtain, her fingers shaking as she pulled it to the side, revealing the two sided glass where her father remained on the other side. his face fell at the sight of the girl, his lips slightly parted and a weak sigh leaving his lips. she truly did look awful.
