Remember Me (Daryl Dixon)

Chapter Forty-One: The Baby

"Dad," I mumbled as I began stirring in my sleep. I was awoken by some sharp pains in my side, almost as if I was getting stabbed. I rubbed sleep from my eyes as I sat up and looked around.
That's when I remembered I was sealed off from everyone. Nobody would be able to hear me mumbling in here especially not dad. I stirred from my bed and turned around to examine my sheets.

There was a small stain of blood on them. I could only assume that it was that time of the month again for me. That would explain all of the pains that I had been feeling. But there was another wet spot as if there was water on my bed. I simply shrugged it off and opened the door leading to the other rooms. I needed to find my father to let him know that I needed a pain pill. I shuffled down the hallway until I made it to where my father was. Except he wasn't there.

I had no clue where he could be. I cursed to myself and shuffled in the other direction, searching for Maggie. Luckily for me she was in her room.

"Maggie," I whispered. I could see her stir a little bit as she looked around the room for whoever was calling her name. She eventually moved her eyes to me and began stretching.

"What's wrong?" she asked me as she stood up from her bed. I could tell that she seemed pretty worried. This was nothing to worry about, I was completely fine.

"Nothing, I just need some personal items," I whispered to her so nobody could hear. Maggie let out a sigh of relief as she realized nobody was in the process of being killed. She motioned for me to follow her as she walked through the main room. I began quietly walking behind her, trying not to wake the others if they were sleeping. But I got an extreme pain in my stomach.

I doubled over and clutched the table for support, trying to breathe through it. Maggie quickly turned around when she realized something was happening. I let out a slight whimper as the pain got progressively worse.
"What's the matter?" Maggie asked urgently as she rushed to my side. I shook my head at her as I continued leaning over, "I don't know."

Maggie rushed away from me, presumably to go get dad. Or at least that's what I had hoped she was doing. I needed him in that moment. I didn't know what was happening, but I knew I needed help soon. I waited for what seemed like an eternity before Maggie came rushing back with Beth at her side.

"He ain't here. He went somewhere with Michonne," she began as she looked at me with concern in her eyes. No. No, I needed him.

Maggie took my hand and began pulling me towards a cell with her. "I can examine you, okay? I know how to do this."

I really hoped she did. I prayed that she knew exactly what she was doing in order to save my life. I slowly laid on the bed as Maggie began pressing into my stomach. I could tell that she was looking for the basics: appendix, spleen, liver, ovaries.

She seemed relieved to find that none of those organs were inflamed. Beth walked over and stood by my side as Maggie continued her examination.

"I need you to take your pants off," Maggie ushered me. I was kind of iffy. I didn't really want to remove my pants in this area. Anybody could walk past and get a view if they wanted. I was uncomfortable getting undressed in front of anyone that wasn't Daryl.

I slowly agreed to her request as I pulled my boots off before pulling my jeans off. Beth moved to the doorway with her back to us, guarding the area. At least she could give people a fair warning if they had to walk by my cell.

Maggie began examining me for a few moments. She seemed rather sad when she came to her conclusion of what was wrong with me. I didn't understand what was happening. Did my uterus fall out or something? That's what it felt like. Maggie slowly sat up from the bed and told Beth to retrieve something for me to wear.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I watched Beth exit the room. I was still in extreme pain, but I had to ignore it to receive my diagnosis. I could tell Maggie didn't want to tell me, but she knew she had to. I had a right to know what was wrong with my body.

"Elizabeth," she began as she sat down on the bed next to me. "There was a lot of tissue mixed in with the blood."

"What's that mean?" I demanded as I faced her. She knew that I didn't understand medical talk like her and my father did.

"It means you had a miscarriage," Maggie said slowly with sorrow mixed in her voice. My heart almost dropped into my stomach when she spoke. Miscarriage? I was never pregnant. The test said I wasn't pregnant.

"But the test," I began with disbelief in my voice.

"The test was a false negative," Maggie cut me off. "This happens to a lot of people. It's safe to blame the flu for what happened," Maggie said as Beth entered the room with some clothes. All she had for me to wear was a hospital gown. I frowned at this, but it was probably the most comfortable thing.

"All you can do is rest and take pain killers," Maggie continued as she began walking towards the exit. "I wont tell daddy about this. Just....just try not to think about it."

Beth handed me the gown and I watched as they both left the room, leaving me alone. How could I not think about it? It would be the only thing on my mind if I was alone with my thoughts.

I slowly slipped the gown on and walked over to my cell door, shutting it. Tears started pouring down my face before I could even make it back to the bed. I collapsed to the floor, pulling my knees close as I let out quiet sobs.

How could I possibly stay positive when everything was dark?