A War On Her World | TWD: D. Dixon

Ch. 21

As soon as Carl left my side to unlock the door, Rick and Glenn wheeled Hershel through the cell block and over to one of the spare rooms as fast as they could. Blood was pooling on the table, dripping off and onto the ground as Hershel was rushed passed. The sight of so much blood coming from one man made me queasy.

"Oh my god." Carol cried out, rushing after them. She was by no means prepared but she was ready to put the little knowledge she had to use.

The man's youngest daughter seemed to be the most affected by the sight but maybe that was because Maggie had been there and was in a state of shock.
"Daddy!" Beth called out in horror to her father lying limp on the table.

Panic was going around the room in rushed sentences but even with everyone panicking, Rick continued to take command, 

"Go go go go go, in there!"

I quickly picked Benji up and followed everyone to the cell that unintentionally was turned into an operating room. I made sure to stand outside and to the side of the room to stay out of the way. 

"Turn it. Turn it. Turn around." 

"Mama?" My son asked, trying to peer in at the commotion. "What's wrong? Why they sad?"

He kept barking orders to everyone. Terror filled me and I felt like I was going to be sick to my stomach as I focused in on the pain that was held in every voice.
"Get him on the bed! He got bit." he informed those out of the loop.

"Oh, baby…" I looked to my small boy and turned us away from the scene to try and stop him from seeing such a sight. "Hershel was bitten and we're trying everything we can to save him." My voice had come out weak and quiet as I feared for the man's life.

"Bit?" Benji's small head tilted to the side in confusion.

"Do you know those scary creatures outside, Benji?" There was no proper way to explain that people died and came back cannibalistic, tearing people open -making them a rotten corpse too.

"The monsters." 

"Yes, baby, the monsters." A small smile slid onto my face at his way of understanding but it slipped off as soon as I had to continue. "When they bite you… it hurts really, really bad and If you aren't treated- well, you get sick." 

A frown took over my son's face as he tried to comprehend what he was just informed. His face was of someone in deep thought, his eyes glanced off to the ground. It was a lot to take in, the ways of the world, but I put it in the most simple terms that I could.
"Mama won't get sick?" Benji looked to me showing his worry.

"No, baby. Mama won't get sick." I smiled softly over the sounds of frantic voices in the background.

I found myself lost once again as to what to do. I wasn't close enough to the man to crowd in the room and I wasn't skilled enough to help him either. I felt useless. Why was I just standing there.

I watched as people ran back and forth, bringing new rags and medical supplies that could potentially save Hershel's life. Among them was Rick and Carl but out of every person I've seen, not once had I even caught a glimpse of the crossbow wielding Redneck.

"Where's Daryl…" I murmured to myself rhetorically while scanning around to make sure I didn't just miss him.

"Dawyl!" I realized my mistake as soon as Benji started squirming in my arms, wanting to go see the aforementioned man.

It wasn't the time nor the place to allow a toddler room to wander; he was bound to get stepped on or find his way into some sort of trouble and no one needed that - No one had time for that. Benji continued to struggle in my grip as he tried to get the man. There was no way that he was going to be patient and easy, he wasn't going to give up without a proper answer.