Daryl's Girl

Chapter 137

Lily's pov

I woke up the next morning feeling even worse than I did before. It felt like I hadn't had any rest at all and I was way past the point of being exhausted. I had no energy to do anything and all I could think about was my dad.

He'd been one of the first people, afer Patrick, to get sick and I could help but picture what happened to him. I could see his charred body laying on the ground in front of me. The bodies of Karen, David and Tyler laying next to him, but deep down I wondered whether it was the right thing to do. If they felt the way all of us, who have this, are now, then what if the person who did that didn't want them to suffer, didn't want anyone else getting sick.

I sighed and shook my head as I realised what I was doing. There was no way I could justify what had happened to my dad and the others. Someone I know, someone close to me, someone who I see as family killed them and dragged their bodies outside to be burnt without being given the chance to say goodbye. I know if given the chance, my dad would've come found me.

All of a sudden, I jumped as someone coughed in the doorway to my cell. It was Lizzie. She was standing just outside my cell, looking over at me with tired eyes.

"Hey. Are you okay?" I asked.

She nodded and coughed into her sleeve. "Carol wants to talk to you."

"Where is she?" I asked and shakily stood up from my bed, using the wall to help me.

"She's down stairs. Outside the visiting room." She replied.

"Alright. Thank you." I nodded. "Now go and get some rest." I then said as I walked out if my cell and tapped her shoulder lightly on my way past.

As I began making my way down the stairs, I could feel myself becoming dizzy and light headed. So much so that I had to quickly grab hold of the railing to stop me from falling down. This sickness was taking over my body and there was nothing I could do about it except keep pushing through it.

When I finally reached the bottom, it was like a sense of relief as I walked around to the visiting room, where Lizzie said Carol was waiting. Sure enough she was. She was standing on the other side of the glass and by the look on her face when she saw me, she was heart broken.

"Carol." I gasped and almost threw myself down onto the chair in front of the glass.

"Lily..." She sighed. It was almost as if she couldn't quite believe it was me. "Maggie told me where you were this morning. I had no idea...Briana, she can't believe it either. She's been going out of her mind worrying about you."

"I'm fine...Just tell her I'm fine. Hershal's taking care of things." I coughed.

Carol nodded and the two of us then went silent. That was until Carol spoke up again. "What about the baby?"

For a moment, I just looked at her in shock as I stuggled to process whether she had actually asked me that or if I'd imagined it. I hadn't. "Briana told me. Is it okay? Are you doing okay?"

I couldn't hold it in. I couldn't hide my emotions anymore. Just the mention of that four letter word caused me to break down. "Carol...There is no baby...not anymore." I sobbed.

Carol's eyes widened. "Lily, I'm so sorry. When did it...When did it happen?"

"It was before I came in here...Before I got sick....Daryl, he already knows. I didn't know how to tell Briana. Could you tell her?" I cried.

"Yeah." Carol nodded nervously. That was when I realised that she hadn't come down her for a friendly chit chat. "I wanted to let you know that I'm going on a run with Rick."