Death, Blood and, Somehow, Love

Immune

                              Daryl's P.O.V.
                   Jayda was still out. She's been gone for a while, but so was Amy when she died. I think about what Jayda had said to me before she... left.
                " Let me go," she pleaded, " Let me turn in my home."
               The taste of her lips still lingered on mine. Maggie's reflection forms in the glass beside me. She was crying, too.
             " You 2 were close?" she asks me.
             " Sort of. " my voice is low, and cracks, "You?"
            " No," she answers, " I'm just so sick of people dying. It needs to stop. "
            I nod, still looking at Jayda from behind the glass. Hershall enters Jayda's room and checks her vitals. His white eyebrows scrunch together. He exits.
          I turn to face him.
         " Hershall?" I catch his attention, " What's wrong?"
         He bites his lip. Finally, Hershall talks.
       " She's alive," was his shocking reply, " But not for long I assume. "
         Maggie leaves me and follows her father out, chattering softly.
         " Damn, Jayda. " I talk to her, " Just hold on. Hold on, Jayda. Dumb bitch. "
         But I was smiling. I meant everything I said. Even the last part.
               *                       *                   *
         An hour later, Jayda still isn't awake. Hershall checks her vitals again, she's still alive. For now.  But then, I get a little hope.
        Almost as soon as Hershall leaves, Jayda wakes up and sits on the edge of the tray. She yelps in pain.
            You're alive? How?
             I had so many questions. She sees me and smiles. I open the door to the room she was in and she gestures for me to hug her. I do, and she whispers in my ear.
            " Hi, " she says, " Daryl, I'm alive. I'm alive.  I'm alive. "
           " Hey," an old man's voice barks, " Get away from her. She could be infected with the virus. "
           " Hershall, " Jayda smiles, " I'm okay, Hershall."
           He has a mask over his face. But I didn't think I needed to see his mouth or nose to tell he was serious.
        "Alright," I finally say, " I'll see y'all later. "
                             Jayda's P.O.V
        Hershall takes the mask off when Daryl leaves.
       " Wait, " I say frantically, " You could catch my 'sickness'. "
       " You don't have the sickness. If you're alive after being bit, you're not going to get the sickness. I had to get Daryl out so that I could tell you that you are immune. "
        I gasp, " You mean, I can't turn?" Hershall shakes his head. I smile at the wall.
        " You can leave if you want. " he adds.
        When Hershall leaves, Daryl comes back in.
        " What the hell was that about? " he asks me.
        " I'm immune. I can't turn. Daryl, I can't turn into a biter!"
        He smiles, and kisses me. I kiss him back. We walk, hand in hand, to meet the others.