Remember Me (Daryl Dixon)

Chapter Five: Brothers

"Daryl," I whispered as I knelt down next to him. He wasn't responding and I quickly realized why.
I could see an arrow sticking out of his side.
"Holy shit," I whispered. I quickly took my shirt off (don't worry, I had a tank under it) and pressed it against his wound that was gushing blood.

"You stupid bitch, don't touch it," he breathed, rolling onto his back. His face was filled with pain.
"Fuck," I breathed out as I watched him look up at me. He was in agony and I didn't know what to do about it. "What do I do? Do I go get help?"

Daryl began pushing himself up as he replied, "just help me up. Get me out of this fuckin' water."
I forced my hands to stop shaking as I supported his shoulders. He groaned in pain as he tried to get up but I didn't let go.
"I said help me up. I didn't say hold my shoulders like you're scared to touch me," he said as he held his side. I nodded and pulled him up, supporting his weight against me. One hand gripped my tank top and the other held onto his side. He was gripping my bra along with my tank top, but I didn't care. This was about saving his life. I moved my hand onto his and tried to get him away from the water. "Come on, we don't have much further."

When we made it to the shore, he fell to his knees. He pulled me down by my shirt, tearing it. I didn't care about that, I cared about getting him back to the farm. I fell next to him and watched as he began cutting his sleeves off. My eyes fell on the arrow sticking out of his body. Disgust fell upon my face as I stared at it. He made a rope from his torn sleeves and began tying it around his waist. He let out a cry of pain as he tightened it and I saw more blood pour out.
"Daryl, stop!" I pleaded.

He ignored me and began looking up the hill. No, there was no way in hell he was thinking of climbing.
He continued staring and made it to his feet, using my shoulder to push him up.

"Daryl, I know you're not about to climb that. Are you crazy?" I tried to pull his arm, but he shook me off and began walking towards the edge.
"Daryl, stop. We can walk around it."

He shot me a dirty glare and practically growled his words. "You shut the fuck up and climb behind me, you got it?"
My inner bitch kicked in and I decided to get rude right back at him. "Stop acting like a jackass and just admit that you can't do it, Daryl. There's a fucking arrow sticking out of your side."
He walked to me and got in my face, screaming at me. "How about you shut your damn mouth and do what I told you? Stop being a little bitch and stay behind me."

I flipped him off and he slapped my hand away out of anger. We were inches from each other and I could feel the anger radiating off of him. I could tell that he didn't like me, but I didn't care. I was trying to save this mans life.
"I ain't arguing with you," he said as he walked back to the rocks. He began climbing and I knew that I had no choice but to follow him. "Jackass," I whispered to myself as I took the first step up the hill.

We climbed without a word. The only sound was him panting and groaning with pain. After about halfway there, I could tell that he was having trouble getting up any farther. I was going to say something, but that's where it all went wrong. I watched as Daryl tried to grab a tree root, but instead he fell back. On his way down, he hit me and knocked me down with him. By the time my body wanted me to scream, I was already on the ground. Pain surged through my body as I hit the rocky terrain. I let out a sharp sigh and grabbed my leg. It's surely broken now I thought to myself. I whimpered and waited for the pain to pass. I was lucky to get a sprain when I jumped from the school, now I probably had a broken leg. How was I supposed to save Daryl when I couldn't walk? I leaned up a little and saw blood gushing from my leg. Maybe it wasn't broken, but I surely had a deep gash.

I rolled onto my side while trying to catch my breath. The fall had completely taken away any air in my lungs.
"Daryl?" I croaked out. I knew that my voice sounded weak and pitiful.