My Crossbow

Chapter 5

I, Rick, and Carol go to stop Tyreese but Daryl holds his arms up while still in Tyreese's grip.

"We're on the same side, man." Daryl tries.

"Hey look, I know what you're going through. We've all lost someone. We know what you're going through right now, but you've got to calm down." Rick says as he slowly touches Tyreese's shoulder, that was a big mistake. Tyreese soon pushed him away. Daryl was now free.

"You need to step the hell back!" Tyreese yells.

"She wouldn't want you being like this." Tyreese punches Rick.

"Stop! Stop!" Carol cries out, he ignores her and punches him again. "Stop!" I grab ahold of him but he shoves me away causing me to fall back and hit my left hand causing it to bleed, I look to see it had been cut on a bit of metal.

"Son of a bitch." I mumble.

"Tha's enough!" Daryl snaps as he pulls Tyreese off Rick, Rick soon gets up and punches Tyreese back which made Daryl let go as he fell to the floor. Rick continues to kick him before climbing on top and punching his fists into Tyreese's face.

"Rick!" Daryl yells as he pulls him away.

"Let go of me!" Rick yells in frustration as he struggles to get out of Daryl's grip.

"Let go of me!" 

"No!" Rick pushes him away.

"Rick, stop it!" I yell, he looks at his bloody hands. "That's enough. Both of you." Carol had helped me up after I fell, Rick heads back inside with Carol following behind.

"Ye' comin' Megs?" Daryl questions me, I look at Tyreese who was still on the floor.

"Give me a minute." He looks at Tyreese. "I'll be okay." 

"Don't ye' dare touch 'er." He warns Tyreese before walking inside.

"Did I hurt you?" Tyreese asks as he stands up, his face all bloody and teary from crying.

"Just a cut." I shrug.

"I'm sorry Megan, I shouldn't have done that." 

"I know. You were angry, its not me you should apologise too though." He nods.

"Daryl's gonna hate me now isn't he?" I laugh.

 "For a few days probably, but don't let him worry you."

"If you don't mind, I'm gonna stay out here for a little bit." 

"Course. Don't wait too long before you see Hershel though." I walk inside to find our supplies, I need something to help clean this bloody hand of mine.

"Here." Hershel speaks as he takes my left hand lightly, he grabs things to clean it up form the box and begins to take care of it.

"You should have seen to Rick or Tyreese first, mine is just a small cut."

"Yours is a lot quicker to deal with and Carol said it was some metal it got cut on, needed to make sure it wasn't bad or get infected."

"Thank you, Hershel." I smile.

"Daryl doesn't look too happy."

"He saw somebody hurt me, I'm surprised he didn't beat Ty up more than what Rick did."

"Well, he's calmed down a lot from what I remember."

"He defiantly has, it's nice seeing him care though."

"You be careful, it'll heal ina few days. Try not to catch it." I nod my head and walk over to Darren, Rachel, and Daryl.

"Are you okay mom?" Darren asks as he looks at my now bandaged hand.