Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter One•

M U T E D

SEASON 1

Bobbie's Point of View:

"Miss Andrews, can you hear me? Miss Andrews?"

"Bobbie, can you hear us? Please honey, nod your head, lift your hand up, a thumbs up, anything!"

I try to open my eyes, but I felt a cold touch to my eyes and noticed they were being forced opened. A bright light flashes in my eyes and I jerk my head away to avoid the brightness. I felt the pain in my throat and I finally open my eyes to see my parents standing next to to the beside and my doctor, pulling her hands away from my face. I open my mouth and I let out a sigh. Jesus, I'm so tired.

"She's responding well." My doctor says. I furrow my brows and try sitting up. I wanted to ask them did the surgery work, but I was too afraid to use my voice and find out if it did or not. Dad leans over to me, smiling.

"Hey kiddo, how you feeling?" He asks. I lift my hand up and and helped it horizontal before tilting it left right, left right. "So-So?" He asks, I nod my head yes. He nods and looks at Mom.

"You're wondering how well the surgery went?" Mom asks. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and swallows hard. "Well, the doctor said there were some complications." The doctor steps up to the bed and smiles at me.

"When we opened you up, Bobbie, everything seemed to go well at first. We had the transplant ready to go, but we noticed something was wrong. There was a mass on the transplant that we weren't aware of. Then, there was some bleeding we couldn't find a good minute. We were all afraid you'd bleed out on the table before we could even locate where the bleeding was. I know it's not the news you were hoping for when you first woke up, but maybe here's some good news. You are officially on top of the transplant list. You will be the first to get the donation and you will soon have a voice for the first time in your life. For now, I want you to rest. We need you to heal and be strong and ready for the next surgery. You never know, it could be here tomorrow morning..."

Mom and Dad approach the me and hug me tight in their arms. Mom kisses my forehead as dad hold tight of my hand.

"We're gonna go to the house and sneak in Max for you. How's that sound?" Mom smiles. I was honestly feeling a little better the moment she said that. Max is my two year old cat. I've had him for two years and he happens to be my best friend. I miss him. I don't get to see him much mostly because I practically live here.

Mom and Dad wave to me goodbye before exiting the private room, followed by the doctor. Now I was alone in here. All I could hear was the A/C humming to the right of me. There's car horns honking out in the distance, people chatting away in the hallway as they walked by my room. I sigh and turn on my side, pulling the covers farther up my nose. I felt exhausted from the major surgery I had today. Before I knew it, my eyes are too heavy to keep open.

•••••

I hear the sudden sound of a bang. I could hear women screaming in terror and fast movement going on around the hallway.

"Keep it moving! Now!" *BANG*

I shot up in bed and face the door. My heart pounds against my chest as I waited for somebody to come through the door, a nurse, a doctor, somebody to come in and let me know what the hell is happening. I pushed the covers off my body and jumped out of the bed. I grab onto the heart monitor and pull it with me to the door. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared right now. I don't know what can happen. Anything can happen.