Li'l Sparky // [Daryl Dixon]

Guess Who's Back

Season: Three

Episode(s): Sick

I stared at the men before us. Unfortunately, I recognized one of them. We made eye contact, then looked away.

"Who the hell are you?" Daryl asked. 

"Who the hell are you?" one of the prisoners snapped back. 

"He's bleeding out, we gotta go back!" Rick exclaimed. "Come around here. Put pressure on the knee. Hard, hard! Push, push." Maggie and I followed Rick's orders. 

"Why don't you come on out of there?" Daryl ordered. "Slow and steady." 

"What happened to him?" the prisoner with a mullet asked. 

"He got bit," Daryl answered. 

"Bit?" Mullet hissed and pulled a gun out. 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Daryl said. "Easy now. Nobody needs to get hurt."

"I need you to hold this," Rick told Maggie. "As hard as you can." Maggie nodded. 

"Do you have medical supplies?" Glenn asked and walked into the back room. 

"Whoa, where do you think you're going?" Huge McTall Guy asked. Walkers banged and slammed at the door. We only had limited time left. 

"Who the hell are you people anyway?" Mullet asked. 

"Don't look like no rescue team," Mustache pointed out. 

"If a rescue team is what you're waiting for, don't," Rick said. "Come on, we gotta go." Glenn brought out a metal table on wheels. We loaded Dad on and started rolling away. 

I looked at one of the prisoners. My eyes widened and my heart pulsed faster than ever.

"Rob?" 

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We ran as fast as we could back to cell block C. I couldn't believe it. Rob was alive? How? He was lucky that Merle wasn't here, or he'd be a dead son of a bitch. 

"This way, this way," Rick hissed at us.

"Come on!" Daryl yelled. 

"Wait!" I whispered and turned around. Shadows bounced off the walls. The prisoners were following us. 

We turned and moved faster. We made it into the cell block, finally. 

"He's losin' too much blood!" I exclaimed. 

"Open the door!" Rick yelled. "It's Hershel! Carl! Come on!"

"Oh my God," Carol gasped. 

"Daddy!" Beth screamed. I grabbed her and held her in my arms. 

"Get him on the bed!" Rick commanded. Lori's eyes widened. 

"He got bit," Daryl explained.

"Oh my God, he's gonna turn," Beth wailed in my arms. I hushed her and kissed her forehead. 

"Did you cut it off?" Lori asked. 

"Yeah," Rick nodded. 

"Maybe you got it in time," Carol suggested. She, Lori, and Rick lifted Hershel onto the bed. 

"Oh, I need bandages," Carol exclaimed. 

"We used everything we had," Glenn said. 

"Well, get more. Anything!" Carol shouted. 

"Carl, go get the towels from the pack, right next to my bed," Lori commanded her son. 

"Is he gonna die?" Beth asked.