Wake the Dead

chapter 40

I had come in and out of consciousness multiple times, but not for long enough to even open my eyes. I wouldn't remember anything, but then I felt the pain around my body and thought back to last night, then pass out again. I felt myself start to come around again and I heard V and Daryl talking.

"So, Merle?" I heard V ask. Did they know each other? I wanted to get up and ask, but my body denied it and my eyes wouldn't open.

"S'not dead, jus' got separated from us." He respond, his voice seemed off. It was silent for a while, but then I heard Daryl speak up. "Did she get all beat up when she was with ya?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Na man, didn't even find her until half way through winter. Never seen someone look so beat up in my life." I heard V say.

"Do ya know what happened?" I heard Daryl's shaky voice.

"No, she never talked much. Only thing I know is she was almost dead when we found her. Doc in our group brought her back, tried to fix her up and feed her." V said. 

"S'got bruises all over her body, a fucked up arm, ankle... Ain't anythin she could have done to her self.." 

"...Yeah... I know." 

I heard Daryl let out a grunt and then punch something in anger. "She'll wake up, just gotta give her time man." V said, trying to comfort Daryl

I wanted to scream and tell them I was here and I'm okay, but felt my head ache and then the blackness took over again. Was I okay?

*

I slowly blinked open my eyes and the brightness blinded me. Where was I? Heaven? Hell? I finally let my eyes get use to the light and looked up and saw V asleep. Okay, but where were we? I turned my head and then was met with a familiar face looking at me in disbelief. Daryl? He can't be here....

"No no, you're not real.." I whispered, but he just leaned forward to me. "You're not real!" I tried to back up, but a shooting pain went all across my body causing me to yelp out. I felt a hand on my shoulder and spun my head around to see that V was awake. If V was real... that means Daryl is real!

"Daryl?" I croaked out, my voice horse and quiet. 

"I'm here, Fi." His voice sent shivers down my spine and I almost screamed at the sound of it. I closed my eyes and started to remember what happened. I looked down and saw that I was shirtless and had a large bandage wrapped around my torso. My hip bones stuck out along with my ribcage showing how much weight I've lost.The bruises that where on my hips, ribs, and collar bones where also standing out on my pale skin.

We were still in the trunk of the car, but no one else was in it and we weren't moving. I laid back down, flat on the ground. Daryl didn't even touch me, obviously too afraid, but he looked at me, his eyes wide like they where when I found him. "I told you she'd wake up!" V said, happy I wasn't dead.

"Fi... What happened to ya?" Daryl asked, his voice cracking a little. The events of this winter flashed across my mind and my body shook at the remembrance. My mind went into shut down as I remembered the night I was attacked, raped, and left freezing in the snow. I guess it was my bodies natural reflex to shut down. 

I just looked up to the ceiling, unresponsive. Daryl then slammed his fist against the side of the car and jumped out. I just continued to look at the ceiling. "Ya didn't tell me this guy you love was a Dixon." V said to me.

I shrugged and turned my head towards him. "Ya know 'em?" 

"Yeah. Was buddies with Merle and him, met them at the bar a couple a years ago when I first started to serve down here."