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The pain in your right side intensifies as Daryl sets you down in the truck. The one thing you could both get into before the large group of walkers surrounded you.
The crimson blood soaks through your white shirt dying it, and Daryl's hands as he grips the steering wheel are coated in the same color.
Your vision begins to get fuzzy, as your head feels woozy. The extensive bloodloss taking it's toll now.
Daryl looks over at you, as he finally creates distance on the road between the truck and the walkers. His breath is still heavy, as both of you have extra adrenaline pumping through you. Although you yourself can feel it draining.
"How's the bleeding?" He asks you, obviously being able to tell hows it's flowing out from the wound. But needed to say something to keep you talking and alert.
You hum a simple answer, your eyelids beginning to flutter shut. The last thing you feel is Daryl taking your left hand squeezing it tightly. And the last thing you hear is his nervous yet somehow reassuring voice say "You hold on."
A/N: Daryl😍seriously... Daryl😂😍
