When Bethyl Happened

Chapter 12- Cut Off

~Daryl's POV~

I felt his teeth sink into the flesh of my littlest finger. "Aah!" I screamed in pain. With my last effort, I pulled out an arrow and thrusted it into the skull. The walker collapsed to the ground with a echoing thud.

The walker had gone down with a fight. I felt along my finger and realized it had chomped off the entire tip of my finger. The infection would spread through my blood stream unless I amputated it.  I knew that I was lucky that it was a body part possible to cut off, but I didn't have the best set up for a surgical removal of a finger. I was in utter darkness and had only a rusty knife that probably wasn't sanitary. If I survive the walker infection, but die from blood poisoning from a dirty knife than just screw me.

I heard Beth yell out for me. So, she was okay and must have taken out the other walker. I sighed in relief. How Beth managed to take a walker out in complete darkness, I didn't know. But, damn I was still impressed. Unlike me she managed to stay perfectly unscathed from the battle. I always forget how independent she is.

"DARYL!"

Shit, how could I tell Beth I'm bit? She would get too worried and I don't want a repeat of her panic attacks. I heard her call out to me and knew inatanly honesty was the route to go with her. She deserved the truth no matter what the situation.

"Beth, I'm bit."

"No! What happened? Shit!" She screamed in shock.

"Damn it Beth, it's just my finger but we gotta cut it off!"

"Oh, thank god! Daryl we can't see shit. How are we supposed to cut it off? Where are you? Crap we are running out of time!" she rambled.

Beth was right, however. Time was ticking and it may already be too late. I could play it safe and cut my whole hand off. That would be a death sentence, because I need my hands to work my bow. I collapsed to the floor and grabbed my extra knife out of the belt. Gritting my teeth I pressed my hand onto the cold floor. I closed my eyes and felt for the exact location of the bitten finger. "Daryl, what's happening?" Beth screamed in panic. I didn't answer and just placed the knife on my finger. Time was ticking and I had to do this now. Slowly, I applied pressure to it and felt the knife sink in. After only seconds it was over and the pain was excruciating.

That's when a light illuminated my severed finger. "Daryl, I found the other flashlight. Oh my God. Your finger! Do you the you were quick enough?"

"I think so. I am not planning on becoming those flesh eating bastards anytime soon," I managed to smirk even though the pain was near unbearable.

"Still cocky huh?" She rolled her eyes and continued to shine the light at my bleeding finger. Her face concentrated and concerned. "Lemme bandage you up," Beth told me as she got up to grab the med kit we had over by our sleeping bags. I looked down at my finger, or what was left and felt a bet dizzy. "Damn, we just had to open that door and let them out," I cursed under my breath.

"I got it," Beth said with her voice slightly wavering. She bit at her lip nervously and began to clean it. I hissed in pain and she quickly drew her hand away. "God, I'm sorry. I have no idea how to do this!" She had tears in her eyes. Beth was trying her best and doing well, yet she doubted herself. Giving my best effort to smile reassuringly, I took the backside of my good hand and stroked her soft cheek. She leaned into it and sighed. "I thought I lost you," she whispered. "If you leave me I could self harm again or even kill myself. I would die without you."

"Beth, I'm here to stay. I am not leaving you. Ever. Plus, you seem to be able to handle things just fine," I placed a soft kiss on her lips and felt her face heat up. I was adorable how embarrassed she got from my touch. I loved it. Beth smiled and pulled me into her embrace. Beth was just so soft. "But, next time, specify that it was just your fucking finger and nothing else that was bit," Beth said ruining the moment.

"Sorry bout that."

"Yeah, you should be. But, I forgive you. Just don't scare me like that again," Beth told me as she continued to bandage me up. She was was way to good to me.

After she finished cleaning and bandaging my hand exhaustion set in. I was weak from fighting, lack of sleep, and even blood loss. Beth waan't doing much better either. We leaned against the wall and on each other, drifting off to sleep. The last thing I heard before sleep overtook me was, "Don't ever leave me. I need you more than you will ever know." No, Beth. It's me who needs you.

~~~~~Author's Note~~~~~~

So he lives!! YAY! and sorry about such a freaking short chapter. Wattpad is being a bitch and I am just done. I love you wattpad, but fix yourself. NOW. Kay see you all next Saturday and remember to vote and comment! <3