little grimes | daryl dixon | WATTYS 2018

chapter ten

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chapter ten
rick

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august pushed carl out of the way and then she fell to the ground.

"no!" i yelled. a man finally appeared and said to follow him.

i picked my sister up and the man, carl and i ran with him.

"you'll see a house up the road. look for hershel, he'll help the girl." he informed me. i ran as fast as i could, with carl in front of me. he got his wheels from his aunt. most definitely.

it was another 30 minutes before we arrived.

"you're man..." i said out of breath. "shot my sister. p-please help her. a-are you hershel?"

"bring her inside."

"please, please help her." i was crying now. i couldn't lose her.

i brought august inside and layed her on the bed.

"pillowcase." hershel demanded.

"is-is she alive?"

"pillowcase, now." i grabbed one. "fold it, then apply pressure to her wound." i did as i was told.

"i got this, step back." a women told me and i let go.

"name?" hershel asks me.

"r-rick. i-i-i'm rick."

"rick, we're gonna need some space. i stepped back and gave him the space he needed.

"p-please save her. she-she's my only sister."

"rick we're gonna do everything we can." the women with short, red hair told me. i stepped out of the room with carl, and went to the living area.

"is she gonna be okay dad?" carl asked.

"i-i don't know..."

after a few minutes, i went back in and told carl to stay behind.

"you know her blood type?" hershel asks.

"a-positive. same as me."

"that's fortunate, stay close."

i looked at her pale face. i can't believe this happened.

the only question, how do i tell daryl? it was obvious he cared about her more than life itself.

"what happened?"

"i was trackin' a buck. bullet went straight through."

"the deer slowed the bullet down, which saved her life."

"d-daryl doesn't know." i said aloud.

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i was sitting on the couch with carl.

"i-i can't believe this... if only..."

"it's not your fault dad." carl comforts me and i smile at him.

"rick." the red haired women opens the door. i walk in and carl follows me. i hear her cries, her screams.

"r-rick!" she yells.

"stop you're killin' her!" i yelled.

"rick, do you want her to live!?"

we do the blood transfusion and i can't help but feel bad for daryl. he deserves to know. lori deserves to know.

shit.

then the cries stop.

"w-what?" carl says, worriedly.