Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter Sixteen•

M U T E D

Season 2

Bobbie's Point of View:

"What was that?"

"Was that a gunshot?"

"What the hell just happened?!"

I can hear fast movement downstairs. I heard a gunshot, but I didn't have enough motivation or curiosity to even care what happened. Besides, after what happened today, I don't want anyone staring at me.

"Maggie, grab bandages, my sutures, and sterilize the needles!" I hear Hershel. "What happened?"

"Andrea thought he was a walker. She grazed him." I hear Rick.

"Is he gonna be okay?" Shane asks.

"I'll know more once he wakes up." Hershel says. I shift into bed, continue to lay there. I hear footsteps coming towards my room and I see Lori stepping in.

"You feelin okay?" She asks and places her had on my forehead. I blink slowly, sighing as she pulls her hand away.

"Daryl went out to find Sophia. Came back without a horse and he's hurt. Has a puncture wound on his side and Andrea shot him, grazed him." She informs. I suddenly feel my heart pounding and I shoot up out of bed. I mouth my questions to Lori, asking her if he's okay and where he was.

"He's fine. He's fine, Bobbie." She says before guiding me through the house and into the room where he laid awake and on his side. He's shirtless and he's holding a clothe to the side of his head as Hershel stitches him up. Rick sits next to him with the map laid out and a doll sitting next to him. It's not just any doll, it's Sophia's.

"I found it washed up on the creek bed right there." Daryl points to the map. "She must have dropped it crossing there somewhere."

"Cuts the grid in half." Rick says.

"Yeah, you're welcome." Daryl responds.

"How's he looking?" Lori asks. Daryl turns his head and his eyes lock with mines.

"I had no idea we'd be going through antibiotics so quickly." Hershel says and cuts the thread of the suture to Daryl's side. "Any idea what happened to my horse?"

"Yeah, the one that almost killed me? If it's smart, it left the country." Daryl rolls his eyes.

"We call that one Nelly. As in Nervous Nelly. I could have told you she'd throw you off if you bothered to ask." Hershel says. "It's a wonder you people have survived this long." Everyone exits out of the room except for me and Lori.

"How she doin?" Daryl asks Lori as I sit down next to his side and he caresses my cheek lightly.

"We uh...had a small problem." Lori says.

"Problem?" He looks at Lori. "What kind of problem?" He looks at me.

"Bobbie locked herself in the bathroom when she was out of the shower and she tried cutting her wrist open." Lori says.