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Stars of the Dead

I Ain’t Goin’ Anywhere

Chapter 24 - I Ain't Goin' Anywhere


I lay beside the door of flames, gasping like a fish out of water. The smell of burning flesh clogged up my lungs leading me to coughing and spluttering which was harsh on my ribs.

My eyes were blurring again, I turned and watched the pretty colours of the flame dance out of the open trap door. It may have looked pretty but the smell was over powering.

“We need to get her out of here and to Hershel.” Rick said as he placed his hand on my forehead feeling my temperature.

I was lifted up once again, and carried out of this empty metal barn.

Glen returned to helping Daryl stand and walk, only this time Michonne was giving a hand too. Carl and Maggie hurried along in front again and Uncle Pete was by Rick’s side, by my side.

Either all the movement or the smell had made me worse, I had a terrible migraine and it was almost impossible to keep my eyes open. I didn’t even have the strength to hold my head up anymore and it hung over Rick’s arm.

The deterioration of my health was obvious and scared both Rick and Pete, they quickened their pace.

We rushed through another doorway and the smell of death was 100 times worse than in the fire, I began to gag but no vomit was produced. I squinted through my nearly closed eyes, there were bodies next to bodies next to bodies. I was surrounded by the bodies of men, women, children and walkers. What had happened here?

Apparently we couldn’t waste any time, there was no stopping from running and leaving the walls of Woodbury the group carried on out of the doomed town and to the outskirts beside the forrest.

“We probably should have parked the car closer,” Rick tried to make a joke but he was so out of breath from running and holding me it didn’t sound funny.

“It’s alright, my car’s not far from where you guys found me. We’ll take Lily and Daryl in it since it’s closest.” Pete said. “This way.” He nodded.

Pete went to the front to lead the group to his car.

The forest air cleared my head and lungs slightly, the smell of nature always did me some good but branches and vines caught my face as Rick rushed through the wilderness.

“Here we are,” Pete said as we got closer to his vehicle, it was the other back up car.

He pulled out the keys from his pocket and unlocked it.

Maggie opened to door for Glen to help Daryl inside while Pete opened the passenger seat in the front and readjusted it so the chair was nearly horizontal, this was my seat.

Rick carefully loaded me in the car, minding my head and he laid me down.

He turned to the others, “Glen, take Carl, Maggie and Michonne to our car. You remember where it is?”

“I remember Dad,” Carl interjected but Glen nodded.

“Get to the motel as quick as you can.” Rick nodded once, and patted Glen on the back.

“Where we headed boss?” Pete asked.

“Motel on 63,” Rick replied.

“You’re the designated driver.” Pete said and got in the back next to Daryl who was sat right behind me.

Daryl leaned over me and brushed some hair out of my eyes I was too weak to move myself, “We’re gettin’ ya to Hershel Lily, just you hold on.”

I nodded slowly.

Rick jumped in the seat behind me, the slamming of his door echoed through my head I moaned.

I was shaking violently, I felt incredibly weak and really cold. Now that I was saved and The Governor was gone, I had nothing to be strong about; I had nothing to think about so I was now fully aware of what state my body was in.

Rick reversed out of the forest and was back onto the road, he was driving at such speeds that would get him put in prison but as he used to be a sheriff I trusted his driving skills.

“Lily, stay awake sweetie.” Pete said in a very loud voice.

He caught me just before I slipped into what would have been a very deep slumber.

Daryl wiped the blanket of cold sweat from my forehead with his sleeve then felt my head, “She’s so cold and pale, can we speed up Rick?” he asked in a very worried tone.

“Not really Daryl, if there was a pot hole and we drove over it at this speed we’ll all be dead.” Rick answered honestly.

There was an awful tickling deep down my throat, something was irritating it. I turned my head to the side and coughed up a scary amount of blood. What the..

Daryl and Pete were above me as soon as I started stirring, they frantically moved about but there was nothing they could do, they just had to let me cough up my insides.

“Rick,” Daryl said aggressively.

“On it.” Rick pressed his foot on the pedal and zoomed down the road.

Rick reached out and took my cold hand, “Don’t worry Lily, we’ll get you to Hershel.”

Soon, I hoped.

The car dramatically began to slow; I opened my eyes wide enough to see that this wasn’t the prison and that we were in the middle of nowhere. Why had stopped here?

The men in the car impatiently began to move about, ready to jump out and warn Hershel about my condition.

As soon as the car pulled to a halt, they were out.

Rick ran inside this small, cottage looking motel. Uncle Pete hurried round to my side to lift me out and take me inside. Daryl tried to quickly follow but he was just as weak as I was and stumbled to the door.

“Hershel!” Rick shouted

Beth appeared with Judith from a back room, “Oh my god,” she exclaimed as she seen me in a stranger’s arms.

“Beth, put Judith upstairs. Where’s Hershel, we need him.” Rick said urgently.

“Upstairs, I’ll get him.” She said and rushed up the stairs.

I was carried over to a large table nearby the kitchen, it was so long, like out of a mansion complete with about 12 chairs. Pete laid me down then wiped the blood from my mouth.

“My goodness,” an old voice spoken.

It was so relieving to hear Hershel’s wise voice.
Daryl wobbly made his way over now with the help of Rick, he pulled up a chair next to me by my head.

“She must need a blood transfusion,” Rick commented.

“It looks like it,” Hershel said as he analysed me, “but I don’t know what I can do, I don’t have much equipment.”

“Ya’ve gotta do it Hershel,” Daryl said, “She’s drained.”

I heard another car pull up outside and the slamming of multiple doors. Glen, Maggie, Michonne and Carl all ran through the door and surrounded the table I was on.

“Daddy is she gonna be okay?” Maggie asked.

“She will be if you and Glen go search for a first aid box,” Hershel said, the pair nodded and disappeared. “Let’s clear some room.”

Rick, Pete, Michonne and Carl started pulling away all the chairs for space, obviously leaving Daryl who was on the left out of the way, his hand found mine and held it tight. This didn’t go a miss by my Uncle Pete.

“Where’s Carol?” Hershel asked looking around.

Glen shook his head, “She didn’t make it.”

Before Hershel could respond, Beth came running down the stairs with sheets and a pillow, “Here.”

Uncle Pete lifted me up in a not so smooth motion; I cried out in pain while Beth spread the sheet underneath me and put down a pillow. I clenched by teeth and breathed through the pain the movement caused my ribs.

“I’ve got to clean you up first Lily, then fix your wound. Only then can I give you a blood transfusion.” Hershel said to me.

I nodded lightly.

Glen and Maggie came back with a first aid box each, one white, one red. Hershel opened them up by my feet, which was the only other space on the table.

“Beth could you help me please,” Hershel said and passed her what looked like an antiseptic wipe

Beth took it and began to clean my stomach, the blood was thick and dry so Beth had to scrub a little but she was gentle around my wound.

“What are the extents of her injuries?” Hershel asked openly as it was obvious I was unable to tell him.

“Broken ribs,”

“Hard bump on her head,”

“Possible concussion,”

“Extreme blood loss,”

Hershel sighed, “You haven’t half been in the wars Miss Lily.”

He dug around in the first again box again and pulled out a pair of tweezers, he moved up to my stomach and Hershel started pulling at the stitches that were cut open.

He struggled to fit in comfortable and move his arms around, “I’m gonna have to ask for some space. No visitors or spectators for the moment thank you.”

Glen, Carl and Michonne left my side and sat down in the living room. Rick paused and gave me a look before following them.

Hershel looked up to the new man in the group, “Sir could you please-“

“She’s my niece.” Pete interrupted.

Hershel nodded once then looked to Daryl.

“I ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

There was no arguing with Daryl Dixon.

“Okay,” and Hershel returned to his work.

The removal of stitches was surprisingly painful, little pinches and sharp twinges were made from them exiting my skin but it was over quickly and Hershel was cleaning my wound with alcohol and stitching me up just like when we first met.

Daryl squeezed my hand, “Ya’ve gotta stay awake Lily.”

I tried hard to open my eyes wider for him.

“Daryl’s right, if you do have concussion and with the lump on your head I’m suspecting that you do, you need to stay awake otherwise you won’t wake up my dear.”

I couldn’t make it this far then slip at the last minute. I had to do this.

Hershel asked me some questions to keep my mind awake, “What blood type are ya Lily?”

“Urm, erm.” I racked my brain.

“I’m not sure myself,” Pete began, “But I’m O Negative and can be given to anyone.”

Thank god.

“Brilliant.” Hershel said.

Beth finished clearing me up, she had washed off all the blood from my stomach and down my legs. She pulled over another fresh white sheet to cover me up and keep me warm.

She dug around the white first aid box and pulled out a packet of pills, “I guess y’all be wantin’ some of these.”

I smiled weakly and Beth got me a glass of water, I swallowed them down eagerly forgetting how bruised my throat was, I spluttered up some water but kept the painkillers down.

“Take a seat Lily’s Uncle, I’m gonna see if I can fashion a makeshift blood transferor.”

“There ain’t one in there?” Daryl asked pointing to the red one which seemed to have a lot more complicated stuff in than the white which contained wipes, stitches, bandages and pills.

“Naw, there ain’t a hospital in here Daryl. I’m going to see what I can do.”

My nose felt all warm and stuffy, the warmness spread down my nose and onto my upper lip. With the little energy I had, I lifted up my free hand and felt blood.

Beth quickly brought some tissue and cotton wool up to my face to soak up the blood.

“I better make this thing quick,” Hershel pulled a very worried face.

Notes

Do you think Lily will make it? Do you think Uncle Pete will have an issue with Daryl staying right by her side when it's his little niece? I hope you enjoyed this chapter, tell me what you think and thank you for reading. X

Comments

@jenniferemmadixon
Thank you!
walkingrosie walkingrosie
10/23/13
That's great! !!
@Mortisse
No no! Haven't upset me, just putting it out there hahaha
walkingrosie walkingrosie
9/6/13
@walkingrosie
I hope I am not upsetting you, I was trying to make it constructive criticism, if I didn't truly enjoy it I wouldn't bother to comment at all I would have stopped after the first chaptee. :D
Mortisse Mortisse
9/6/13
@Mortisse
Well it's only the case for the first chapter or so, this is my first ever fanfiction
walkingrosie walkingrosie
9/5/13