Runaway Home - The Walking Dead, Fan-fiction (soon to be 3rd & final edit!)

Chapter 11: It's Not Okay

Dwight made good on his word and brought the medication to Daryl, Rick and Paul. "You have No idea how close I came to getting caught for this! If He finds out..!" Daryl nodded knowing all to well the implications of crossing Negan. "Another thing, Negan thinks she's still hiding in the sanctuary some where. That some idiot let her loose... He's expecting to find dead bodies all over the place."

"...Then give him some bodies to find." Rick added

"...I don't think I can... either way it should buy you a few days, but you need to get her out of there as soon as possible. If he finds her there it won't be safe for any of you..."

They raced back to the safe-zone. Denise was still at the house with Carol, Amber still unconscious was getting worse. Her temperature had sky rocketed after Daryl had left, and she'd began having fits every 10-20 minutes. Daryl rushed back up the stairs handing the bag of supplies to Dr Cloyd. "How did you...?" baffled to be looking back her own supplies she shock her head "Never-mind..." grabbing a needle she injected the Antibiotics into Ambers IV. Denise turned to look at Rick "how did you get my supplies back..? the ones Negan took?"

"we've found a friend on the inside..." he told her "but keep that to ya self"

"al-right." Denise darn't ask any-more.

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Dixon spent the night lying next to Amber the seizures had calmed down and where less sever by now. but she was still hadn't woken up. He couldn't sleep, he just lay next to her holding her hand in his. Listening to her breathing, matching his to her slow steady breaths his mind drifted into nothingness eventually falling asleep... In the early hours of the morning Amber started coming round, her eyelids where heavy and her head spinning. her hands grip tightened around Daryl's waking him. "Dixon...?"

"Amber.." her eyes opened slightly eye hers where dull and unfocussed "hey" Daryl's hand brushed her check, over whelmed with relief.

"What happened.." her eye's stung as she attempted to look around.

"Your injuries where worse than we thought, you almost bleed out. I almost lost you.." those last words fell from his lips with out thinking but he didn't care, she was okay. That's all that mattered at that moment.

Amber tried to sit up "Arh!" but the pain was excruciating, feeling the wind be knocked out of her by the smallest of movements.

"Don't move" he got up a grabbed the morphine Denise left behind with a note of instructions. "'ere, this might hurt for a sec but it should help" Amber screamed out in pain as the morphine was injected into her IV. Her breathing quickened to the point which she'd began hyperventilating.

"Argh, it burns .....make it stop..!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. As the morphine rush through her vain's setting them on fire.

"I know, it'll be okay, your gunna be alright." Daryl sat back down beside her. "Amber.. look at me" she attempted to open her eyes again but couldn't focus, her vision was just a blur "look at me... focus on me" He said caressing her face his head next to hers "breath slower.." stroking her hair, calming her. She raised her hand to his, her still breathing still heavily as the pain beginning to fade. "you okay..?" He asked looking into her eye's, she nodded as her eye's began to focus she noticed his how blue they where bluer than the deepest ocean.

"I'm okay" Daryl smiled softly at Amber before settling back down next to her, holding her hand in his.

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Ambers chest tightened as she slept her breathing rapid and uneasy.

He's going to end up dead because of you, you're going to get him killed!.. How could you be so selfish... you've grown weak... you can't protect him, You can't even Stand...! the voice in her head gave way to one far in the distance...This is all your fault.

"Amber" Daryl was leaning over her "Amber, it's okay, it's just a dream, I'm here it's okay."

Her heart sank, the voice in her head, ... she's right. You can't protect him you've made him a target! Negan would take him out as soon as laying eyes on him. She began hyperventilating again closing her eyes she couldn't stop. Her whole body tensed up finger nails now digging in the palm of her hands as she tried to regain control. Daryl tried to calm her his eyes filled with worry "Hey listen to me.." He said to her softly his ruff voice oddly calming though it wasn't helping this time. The fears where overpowering. her breathing continued to become ever more uneasy. Terrified her heart felt like it was tearing in two. The pain was too real, she tossed and turned riving in mental torment. Your wrong! Go away...! 

"Stop..stop please make it stop..." That voice continued ringing in her head... Amber's breathing seemed to stop her whole body tensed up as she started fitting violently. "Amber..Amber?" Daryl rolled her onto her side trying to calm her "it's okay...it okay..." After 5 long minuets Amber finally stopped shaking, "Amber, hey... can you hear me?" unresponsive, she wasn't breathing at all now Daryl checked for a pulse, when he couldn't find one he began to panic calling for Carol as he attempted to resuscitate her.

"Carol..!" Amber finally took it a low shallow breath as Carol rushed up stairs into the room unaware of what had just transpired.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Daryl sunk on the bed shaking.

"I, she...stop breathin', I thought she'd...." He's breathing was heavy and fast as he tried to explain droping his head in his hands.

Carol checking her pulse "Her pulse is sightly elevated but her breathing is steady... Daryl, when was the last time you slept you look exhausted..." she sat next to him watching him clutching onto Ambers hand "you ...really love her don't you?" He hung his head tears rolling down his face. Wiping away his tears in front of Carol "It's scary being in love" she continued "I can't even begin to imagine what your goin through right now..." He hugged her as they sat there on the bed, as he cried into her shoulder "Oh Pookie, stop! You're gunna make me cry!" she said letting out a small laugh. Daryl sniffed as he also stifled a small laugh.

"& There's me thinking your a tough ass bitch now"

Carol lips curled a little into a pained smile looking over at Amber "She's tough though, most people would have given up by now... She's gunna be fine." Carol reassured him. "...Are you going to be okay?" Daryl nodded

"Thank you, for stayin.." Daryl mumbled.

"Try to get some rest." She smiled, kissing him on the forehead. Getting up from the bed she turned to Amber giving her hand a friendly squeeze before leaving the room and headed back down stairs.

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Hours later Amber awoke with Daryl by her side he was already awake watching her sleep. "Hey." Amber's stomach sank lower than ever, the torment of last night rearing its ugly head once more... looking away from him "Amber you okay" She shook her head tears rolling down her face.

"you need leave.. I need you to go. I.. I can't.." her voice shook as she pulled away from him.

"What do you mean..?"

"I can't do this, I can't... He's goin to kill you... You should have left me there!" 

"Hey don't, ...don't talk like that"

"I've made you a target... he's going to kill you.." she sobbed turning away. She closed her eyes thightly, desperately wanting to get up and run instead of talk! Every part of her screamed in pain.

Daryl stood up walking round to the other side of the bed crouching next to her. "Nah-uh, I ain't going anywhere."

"I don't want you to die" Amber whispered still shaking, her big beautiful brown eyes filled with tears that wouldn't stop.

"I won't" Daryl replied firmly, "n neither will you.." resting his head on hers "We're goin' to fight & we're gunna win, okay?" Amber shook her head.

"It's not okay..."