Worth It

Chapter 19: Sick

"Who the hell are you?" Daryl asks, scowling stepping in front of me to cover me from view. "Who the hell are you?" The guy asks back.

"He's bleeding out. We gotta go back." Rick says, ignoring the people behind us. "Come around here. Put pressure on the knee." I stumble over to them. "Hard, hard! Push, push."

"Why don't you come on out of there? Slow and steady." Daryl tells them.

"What happened to him?" One of the men asks. "He got bit."

"Bit?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy now. Nobody needs to get hurt." Daryl tells them. "I need you to hold this." Rick says to me. I nod, shaking. "Okay." I mumble. "As hard as you can." I let out a shake breath. 

"Who the hell are you people, anyway?" "Don't look like no rescue team."

Rick looks up at them. "If a rescue team is what you're waiting for, don't. Come on, we gotta go. Now! Come on!" Glenn rolls out a table for us to put Hershel on. "I need a hand here. One, two, three, go!" We all lift him onto the table.

"Holy Jesus!"

"T, the door." Rick says.

"Are you crazy? Don't open that!" T-Dog opens it anyway. "We got this." T-Dog steps back and I raise my gun.

The doors push open and T-Dog kills the first one coming in. "Daryl. Daryl!" I call out, trying to get him to follow us. "Let's go. This way." I lead the group out, Daryl covering the back. "This way, this way. No, no, no. Back, back!" 

I stumble backwards before regaining my balance. "Chloe!" Rick shouts, and I shoot the walker right in the forehead. "Come on!"

Rick runs with me in front, turning back every so often. "Go, go, go. Watch out, watch out." A door opens behind us. "Stop, stop." Rick whispers. We see the criminals walking out behind us.

"Let's go. Go, go, go." Rick whispers again and we start going even faster than before. Daryl unlocks the door and we push Hershel inside. "Easy, easy." Rick tells us.

"He's losing too much blood." Maggie cries. Rick shouts ahead of us. "Open the door! It's Hershel! Carl! Come on!" Carl opens the door and T-Dog shuts it quickly. "Turn around. This way. Get him on the bed." 

Daryl follows me in. "He got bit." Rick tells them. "Did you cut it off?" Lori asks him. "Yeah."

Carol puts her arms under his legs. "Maybe you got it in time."

"Ready?" Rick ask. "One, two, three." We all grunt, lifting him onto the bed. "Oh, god. Oh! Oh, I need bandages." Carol cries. "We used everything we had." Glenn says.

Daryl turns and leaves out the door. I follow behind him and into the main area with the tables, listening as Carl stands with his keys in the door. He sets one of his arrows down, looking at me. I walk over to him and do the same.

"You ready baby?" He whispers. "Hell yea."

We raise our weapons as footsteps begin to approach. The men from earlier slowly wander in. "That's far enough." Daryl tells them.

"Cell Block C. Cell 4--that's mine, gringo. Let me in." He says. "Today's your lucky days, fellas. You've been pardoned by the state of Georgia. You're free to go." I tell them, keeping my gun high.

"What you got going on in there? More pretty girls like her?" He asks us, licking his lips and looking me up and down..

"It ain't none of your concern." I tell him. He takes a step toward me, grabbing his gun. "Don't be telling me what's my concern bitch." Daryl automatically takes a step forward.