You don't control me, Dixon

➋ 43: Being Injured is Better Than Dead

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Her hair seems like a wig. It's so vibrant versus her grey skin. Her skin it like when you put heat under plastic, too small for her. Her nails seemed to grow.

But I know better. The skin around the nails shrinks with the moisture leaving the body after death. She stinks. But that's understanding, at death, the bowels release.

I lean back and behind me, looking, Carol is gone. I look at the small girl in the only way I can at the moment, factually.

Small blisters on her neck, right above the vein. I press her belly and find air. She's bloated. I tilt my head and touch her face.

I rub my fingers together, her mouth and nose are leaking. I press my lips together.

"Let's get ya cleaned up, yeah?"

I look up stiffly at Alec. He and Daryl were standing off to the side. I look to the ground and scrub at my face, flakes of mud float down to the ground.

I grunt and push myself off the ground. Alec reached out to hold me up but I raise my hand to stop him.

I watch as Alec nods to Daryl, he nods back and went off. Alec gave me a look and started to the house. I look behind me as Shane stares at me. I shiver and duck my head.

If he capable of leaving me for dead I can only wonder what else he's capable of.

As I enter the house I watch as Bethy numbly sits at the table. Alec brings me to the living room. I sit down and undo my belt.

I look up and Alec has a large bowl. And a couple of towels. I duck my head and I hear Alec chuckle.

"Doll, lift ya head would you?"

I look up in shock, Daryl somehow sneaked in. I grit my teeth and look at them. Alec shifted and dipped the towel in the bowl before gently rubbing it to my face. I wince at a small cut.

I hiss but stay silent. I raise my wrist stiffly for them to see. Daryl shifts and asks "What's wrong with it?"

I shift and mutter, barely audible "Uh, I think it's sprained." I start to poke and inspect it myself but Alec grabs my hand gently and wipes the top of my hand where a very dark bruise started to show.

The both look up with a look and I pull it so I can inspect it myself. I poke it and shrug.

Daryl huffs and starts to reach but I turn my back to him. I still don't want to deal with him more than I have to. He hasn't apologized for calling me a bitch unnecessarily. I don't mind if I was acting like a bitch and you call me out but if I'm being nice and you act rude. Fuck you.

Alec rolls his eyes at us and grabs my elbow as he pushed my hand in the bowl. I watch as the water grows darker.

Not a minute later Alec joined the mix and gently brushed the softened mud away. He quickly and expertly dried and grabbed my hand, starting to move the bones.

I grunt as pain shoots. Daryl moves forward to stop Alec but I raise a hand and nod to Alec who quickly diagnoses "I'm pretty sure it's an anterior lunate dislocation. It doesn't seem like any of the wrist bones moved. Only the lunate. Here feel."

I lick my lips and gently feel my swollen wrist. I close my eyes and imagine the lunate bone twisted out of the joint. I open my eyes and look at my wrist.

I wasn't able to take a good look. I can see a subtle bump. I look at Alec and ask softly "We need to move the bone and get a brace. The bone isn't pressing the nerves, I can feel my fingers."