For The Love Of Dixon (A Daryl Dixon Love Story) (WATTY AWARDS 2013)

Chapter 48

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It's funny how much you dream when you're basically unconscious. I was still partly with it. I could hear people walking in and out and I could hear people talking to me. Some voices I didn't recognize, some I did, and some I had never heard before.

Someone quiet would come in every once in a while and they would poke and probe at me. I wanted to scream but my body wouldn't fully wake up to let me. I was wondering where Daryl was. I hadn't heard his voice in a while and I was starting to get concerned.

I felt myself twitching when I started feeling the poking again. My fingers twitched and I heard whoever was in the room with me let out a breath. I moved my hand trying to get the feeling back into it. Slowly my eyes opened and adjusted to the room around me.

"Emery," I heard. I looked over and my eyes connected with an older man with white hair. I screamed and kicked trying to get away from him only to find out that my right wrist was handcuffed to the bed. I screamed louder trying to pull my arm free.

"Rick! RICK!!!" the older man screamed. Soon I heard the door slam open and Rick was holding me down. "Emery...Emery, look at me. It's okay. This is Hershel he's going to help you," Rick said in a soothing voice. I felt myself starting to relax.

"You're okay, Emery. Just relax," I took a slow deep breath in and relaxed. "What's this all about?" I finally asked pulling on the handcuffs that I was still attached too. Rick leaned over and unlocked my wrist. "We didn't know if you would turn," he whispered.

I felt my eyebrows coming together in confusion. "Turn? I wasn't bit," I said. I watched Rick swallow hard before looking up at the man he called Hershel. They shared a brief nod before Rick looked back at me. "We're all infected," he said slowly.

I felt my eyes become wide before I scoff. "Isn't that just fucking perfect," I said while sitting up. I instantly groaned and felt my head hit the pillow again. "You can't move too quickly, ma'am," Hershel told me. I looked over at him then back at Rick.

"Can I talk to you for a minute...alone?" I said while eyeing Hershel. He wiped his hands before exiting the room and shutting the door behind him. I looked around the room. I knew this was one of the extra bedrooms in the Dixon's hunting cabin which made me feel better.

"Who is he?" I asked looking at Rick who was now sitting at the end of the bed. He ran a hand through his hair. "His name is Hershel. He has two daughters with him, Beth and Maggie. They lost their farm and we found them we went out to scavenge a few weeks ago."