"Open the door! It's Hershel!"
My eyes fly open at the sound of the sound of the yelling and I sit up in bed. I swing my legs over the edge and run out of my cell and look down below, seeing them wheeling Hershel in on a gurney through the door.
"Oh my God." I whisper, running down the stairs to see what's going on.
"Get him on the bed!" I hear Rick yell as I rush into the room.
"He got bit." Rick explains.
"What?" Lori asks.
"We need to get him on the bed." Rick says and I rush into the room and stand beside Lori with Carol on my other side.
"Now." Glenn says.
We lift him and reach him over to the bed, laying him down gently. He is passed out and I look down at the bloody severed stump and feel bile rise in my throat. Carol removes the towels she has pressed against it and let's out a cry, "Oh, I need bandages."
"We used everything we had." Glenn states.
"We'll get more, anything!" She cries out, looking back at the stump.
"Carl get the towels from the bag, right next to my bed." Lori instructs and the boy runs off into the cellblock.
"Is he gonna die?" Beth asks and I shake my head, pulling her against me, "No, he's going to be alright." I say, holding her tightly.
"You think you can stabilise it?" Rick asks Carol who looks white as a sheet.
"I need to keep his leg elevated. Get some pillows!" She instructs.
"He's already bled through the sheets." Maggie states, looking down at her father.
"Burn the wound to clot the blood. I could start a fire." Glenn suggests.
"Oh God no please." Beth cries from my arms.
"No, the shock could kill him. We gotta stop the arteries from bleeding. We gotta keep it dressed, hope it heals on its own." Carol says, her voice shaky.
Glenn leans down and checks his pulse for a minute before he looks back at Carol, "His pulse is extremely weak." He states.
Suddenly we hear yelling from outside he cellblock and I turn to look out the door, "What is that?"
"Prisoners, survivors." He states as he takes in our panicked state, "It's alright, everybody stay put."
I nod and he nods for Glenn to follow him out towards where the others are, their yelling reaching us inside the cell. After a moment Carl runs out and I hear the cellblock door open and close quickly. Glenn and Carl both walk back in.
"What do you want us to do?" I ask, looking towards Lori and Carol.
"There isn't a lot we can do, the bleeding needs to slow down. If we had found the infirmary, maybe we could use some of the supplies. For now we just have to sit and wait until the bleeding stops." Carol says weakly.
Beth lets out a cry and she walks over to Maggie, the two of them embracing as they look at their father. Hershel has been one of the strongest people in our group since the farm fell, someone we relied on heavily. Not just for his medical skills, but also for his wisdom. In every decision that has been made over these past eight months he has had a hand in it. But now as I look down at his unmoving body, I can't help but wonder if this is it?
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Always (A Daryl Dixon/ The Walking Dead Fanfiction)
Fanfiction"It's you and me Daryl, like it always has been." I say, looking into his dark blue eyes. "The way it always will be." He states. I nod my head, a small smile on my lips, "Always." Bree Winchester had known the Dixon brothers since she was running a...
