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Chapter Thirty-Five: Daryl

Once again, it's Glenn and me in this damn box truck heading back to the hospital. I went looking for him first, and then we went to get Abraham so the three of us could decide when to leave. Even if they didn't want to go, I was going, but they readily agreed on one condition...that we take a fourth person with us.

Since I wasn't at one hundred percent, I didn't blame them. This was too important of a run to let my ego get in the way. Abraham suggested Sasha and that was a no-brainer. She was as tough as they come and I would have her cover my back any day.

We left that same afternoon. It was decided to get the driving done today. We'd stay at the house we used last time and be able to hit the hospital first thing in the morning. I let Rick know what we were doing as Glenn stocked us up on food supplies. Sasha took care of the weapons and ammo. I needed Abraham to help me.

Since I couldn't carry Taylor over to the Infirmary I asked Abraham if he'd do it It pissed me off that I had to rely on someone else to carry her but I had no choice. This broken arm is fucking up more than I ever thought it could. Even though I know he's living with Sasha, it took everything I had not to punch him when Taylor put her arms around his neck and he lifted her up with a damn smile.

I think she got a kick out of me fuming the entire way over. Once we got to the infirmary and Abraham finally put her down on the bed, I relaxed for a second until Denise asked me about the cast. Shit, I had forgotten about that.

Since Abraham ran the construction crew I asked if he had any ideas. "Actually, I do. I'll be right back."

"I'll get the new casting material ready," Denise said before leaving the room.

"No pink!" I called after her.

"I know," she answered me.

Taylor snickered at me. "What?"

"I think your pink cast is kinda cute."

"Fuck you, Taylor," I replied. Now we both know how I meant it, but the other implications of those words hung heavy in the air. Taylor and I had fucked many times and even though she was lying in that bed looking weak with dark circles around her eyes...I wanted to fuck her again.

I must be a motherfucking son of a bitch to have her looking so exhausted and sick and I still wanted to rip her clothes off and slam my hardening dick into her. To feel her body wrapped around mine...again. Yeah, I'm fucked up.

I walked over to the window so Taylor wouldn't see my hard-on. I was trying to think of anything but her to make it go down. Abraham was due back soon as was Denise and this was the last thing I wanted them to see. This was the only time I wished I didn't have such a big dick. Anytime I got even a semi, you could see it.

"Daryl, are you okay?" Taylor asked softly from the bed.

I turned around and walked back to where she was lying on the bed. "I'm good. Just take care of the lil devil while I'm gone. Try to eat...somethin'...anythin'. Okay?"

"That's why I made her this broth to try to drink," Carol said as she entered the room. "We need to get you eating."

"I do eat, Carol, it's just that it comes right back up afterward," Taylor sighed.

"Daryl's going to fix that, aren't you?" Did Carol think I was a miracle worker?

"We're gonna get the meds that should help her. Where's Abraham? Gotta get this damn cast off first."

"Right here, man. Sit down and put your arm on that table. I don't want to take off a finger."

He used these big shears to cut through the pink cast and we pulled it off. My arm felt weak and still painful, but I didn't say nothing to them. Denise gave me a black cast and that's what I got on my arm as this truck bounces its way down the road.