Never Have I Ever Fallen in Love

Chapter 7

My eyes slowly opened.

What the fuck happened?

"SCOUT!" A familiar southern accent shouted..

I attempted to sit up but failed.

"Don't move!"

My damn hero.

Once again.

Shit.

"I'll do as I damn well pleased." I snapped at him.

"Look, you're hurt! Don't move! You could make it worse."

"I got hurt years ago!"  I snarled at him, "I'll live."

Daryl looked down at me silently then bent down and picked me up, bridal style and began jogging towards the house.

"Someone help! PLEASE!" he shouted.

"What's going on! I said no guns on my land!" Hershel demanded as he stomped out of the house.

"She's bleedin'. Think she's been shot."

"Get her inside!"

Daryl rushed inside and gently put me on the bed.

"Patricia!" Hershel shouted, "Get my bag!

Patricia soon came in carrying a bag.

"Scout, I'm going to get the bullet out now."

"O...kay...please....it hurts so much..." I whispered at him.

I saw Daryl head towards the door.

"Son, I'll  need you to stay."

Daryl grunted before returning to the chair besides my bed. Patricia lifted my tank top to just below my breasts.

"Good news. The bullet is still in one piece. But...you will need stitches..."Hershel said, examining my wound.

I nodded when suddenly Daryl grabbed my hand.

"You'll be OK. I won't let anything happen to ya."

I nodded once more then let out a scream as Hershel attempted to get the bullet out of my flesh.

"It's no use." Hershel looked down.

"Daryl, fetch this girl some alcohol."

Daryl left and returned in a couple of minutes with a half full bottle of vodka.

"Scout, drink this." Hershel looked warily at the bottle then handed it to me while Daryl returned to my side.

"Here goes nothing."

I quickly downed the liquid.

Daryl's POV

Scout was clearly drunk.

"Hey Daaare..." she smirked.

"Wha'?"

"Remember the time you taught me how to use your crossbow...?"

"Yea'."

"That was a good day."

"Nev' letting ya touch it again." I smirked, remember the story.

"Watch it Dixon."

I looked over at Hershel and he nodded, telling me he had done before leaving the room.

Scout was drunk and talking to herself. She was a lot more out-of-it than she was a couple of minutes ago.

I better stay...just in case something happens.

Why?

Because I lo-- ah! Snap out of it Dixon

"C'mere." she waved her hand in the air.

I nodded and slowly moved closer.

"C'mere!" she smirked. "It's a secret and I wanna whisper it. But you can't tell Daryl! So ssshhh!" she giggled. 

I moved a little closer so she could whisper.

"I still like him."  she whispered so quietly, I had to strain to hear.

She giggled again and I watched her be oblivious of what she just told me and how much the feeling was mutual.