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Open the Gates

Chapter Fourteen

The next morning, I woke beside Daryl. He had a little visit again to the infirmary last night, and not because he was sick.
When I woke, I dressed quickly and prepared for my rounds. There was no snarls coming from the cells, which was a good sign.
He was sleeping with his back turned to me, the scars on his back in full view. I never asked where he got them from, and he didn't tell me, but I think I knew. Drunken parents were more common than what people would like to admit.
I could feel the sweat pour down my forehead. I pressed my hand to my head, and I felt like a radiator. Christ, was it hot in here or was it just me? I wouldn't like to fathom what response Daryl could come up with to answer my question.
I wrapped my belt with my knife and 9mm around my waist before setting it back down on the table. My job was to help these people, and flashing a gun in their face wouldn't help.
I stretched out my arms, and felt a crick in my neck. Hell, thirty two years of age and already I was getting old.
I climbed up the stairs onto the catwalk, where Glenn's cell was situated. He and Sasha were the most sickly of my patients, and required the better part of my time.
He was already up, downing a glass of water I had set down on his bedside the previous evening. When he saw me, he gave me a nod of acknowledgement.
"Hey, Kodi," he said, and I opened the door to his cell.
"Hey Glenn. How do you feel today?"
"Better."
"Good. Maybe you'll get out here this week. There fresh air will do you some good."
"Now you sound like Hershel."
I laughed. "Well, he's right. Anyway, better get on with my check up."
I placed my hand on his forehead, and was surprised to see that it was cooler than mine. I flexed my shoulders. Must be the heat.
"Fever's gone down," I pronounced, sitting down on the small wooden chair opposite of his bed. "Any more blood in your urine?"
He shifted uncomfortably. "No."
"Trust me, Glenn. I've been a nurse since I was your age. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
He nodded again.
"Do you feel nauseous?"
He shook his head.
"Great, I'll go check on Sasha."
"You will do no such thing," said a Southern Georgia voice that could only be Hershel's. "You've been cooped up in here too long. Get out and see your brother and niece, I'm sure they've wanted to see you."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course. Now, go before I change my mind."
"Thanks, Hershel."
As I was about to leave Glenn's cell, glad at my time off, I saw Hershel smile.
"I see Daryl's occupying your cell. Is he sick too?"
Glenn sniggered. I felt my face going red. "No."
"Well, then it's pretty odd that he's here," replied Hershel, a grin on his face.
"Um, he wanted to help out. He insisted. I gave him my cell."
"Where did you sleep?"
"In my cell," I answered.
"So you both slept in the same cell?"
Glenn began roaring laughing.
"No, we slept on the goddamn moon," I snapped. Usually I'm an active participant in banter, but today, I just wasn't in the mood.
I stormed out, flinging open the infirmary door.
I was so pissed off that I didn't notice that I was in Cell Block C. It was pretty deserted.
I peered into Wilson's cell and saw no one.
Huh. I wasn't allowed check on Ellie because she was in quarantine.
Suddenly, the overwhelming desire to vomit shrouded me, and I burst into Wilson's cell and vomited into his toilet. There was blood in my bile, huge streaks of it.
I flushed the toilet and lay against the wall. I was freezing and yet my throat was dry and my forehead very hot at the same time. I just wanted to sleep. Sleep............

"Kodi! Kodi, wake up!" The voice was low, but urgent. My eyelids fluttered open. Wilson was standing over me, and so was Hershel, and Rick.
"What.....?" my voice trailed off. I didn't understand. I was in Wilson's cell. After that, I remembered nothing.
"I found you passed out in Wilson's cell," Rick said, a note of worry in his voice. His worry was the last thing I needed.
"I don't understand!" I exclaimed, and I sat up in my metallic bed.
"You're sick, Kodi," informed Hershel. "It's probably from the exposure from the others."
"But..........-,"
"No buts, baby sis."
"Wilson! You know I hate it when you call me that!"
We laughed, and I remembered the other day in Wilson's cell. It was the first time since the world went crazy that we actually had a bonding moment. Looks like we wouldn't have any more of those.
"I think it'd be better if you rested, pet," said Hershel softly. I noticed that Wilson was clasping my hand. Wilson and Hershel left, but Rick stayed in my cell.
"What?" I barked, feeling uncomfortable.
"I-I hope you get better."
"Right."
"No, Kodi. I care about you.
I crossed my arms defensively. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Do I have to spell it out for you?"
"I'm with Daryl now, Rick."
His eyes widened. I knew that it was cruel, but necessary.
"You're with Daryl?"
I nodded. "I care for Daryl, more than I do for you. So I would appreciate that you left, please."
Rick just nodded and turned to leave. He opened and then closed my cell door, but then a smile crept onto his face.
"Kodi?"
"What!?"
"When you said that you cared for Daryl, you said more than you did for me. So, you care for me then?"
I had trapped myself. He just smiled and left the infirmary while I was scowling in my cell.

Notes

Ooooh! The love triangle's coming! Let us know in the comment section who you ship Kodi with!

Comments

you have a lot of talent.i love your story

you have a lot of talent.i love your story

you have a lot of talent.i love your story

Wow, i have been reading thiss all day and i rwally like the story!!! You just need to work on grammer, etc.
but anyways, great job!! Hope to read more soon.

Miss Anonymous Miss Anonymous
1/19/15

Team Daryl all the way

dombast dombast
1/12/15