••Rick's pov••
Daryl was in his cell, he was bandaged in his arm. His cheek wasnt that bad, but..I feel like its my fault.
I watched as Hershal rebandaged his arm and leave with the bullet in his hand. I rubbed the back of my neck and stayed leaned against the wall.
I noticed Daryl's eyes flicker over to me, I'm guessing he notice me catch him becuase he quickly turned over. He was now facing the wall and his back was to me. I sighed and walked over, I sat on the far edge of the bunk. I stared at the ground and ran a hand over my face, I was nervous.
Lately I have been shaking or getting sweats when I go near him, Whats the matter with me? I shook my leg up and down to try and calm my nerves. It didnt work.
Maybe i should just leave and calm down. After that thought I stood and went to the entrance, I stopped in my tracks when I heard Daryl's voice call after me
" Aye..Rick.? "
" Yeah.." I turned to look at him, his eyes made contact with mine and I started shaking again. Calm down..calm down.
" Uh, sorry fer snappin' at ya back there " He still hasnt broke eye contact, oh my god. I felt a bead of sweat on my head
" Its fine .." I stated quickly and walked out with a fast pace. something is really going on now. I decided to walk outside to get fresh air.
(Yeah short bababababa I have to clean and I really wanted to do another chappie. Sooo TADA)
