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Negan's War

Hilltop

The door opened again and Dwight entered the RV. “Still breathing then, Daryl?” he asked with a smile.

“Fuck you.” The injured man growled, his voice rusty and shaking. The instant swirl of anger making him feel faint.

“Now, now.” Dwight admonished teasingly as his smile widened. He looked at Mandy. “Negan wants both of you to head to Hilltop now. I understand you’re “assigned”. His smile is still there but looks tighter and grimmer. She nodded back, equally grim.

Dwight and Mandy helped Daryl up, walking him out of the RV to a waiting truck in the dark clearing in the woods. Daryl’s eyes searched around for his people but all sign of Rick and all his group are gone. The only evidence they had been there is the gruesome puddle of blood where they had been forced to kneel. He is only too aware that he’s now alone with these people. His eyes caught on the damp spot where the pool of blood had soaked into the forest floor. The headlights of the truck waiting for them shone coldly on the spot where Negan most likely ended the life of one of his family. His eyes close momentarily at the horror of that thought, that fleeting edge of the terrible memory that occurred as he was passed out. Daryl realized then that he doesn’t even know who it was that Negan attacked or if they were still alive.

Fatigue and the pain of the truck jolting his injury every bump they went over, Daryl soon passed out again, slumping against Mandy in the back of the truck. She put her arm around his back to hold him steady against her. His head lolled sideways into the curve of her neck and she held it there with her own head, trying to minimize any movement on his wound that might tear his stitches or start him bleeding again. Dwight looked in the rear view mirror once and grinned when he saw what had happened. “Damn, girl. You waste no time. Maybe I should have asked Negan to assign you to me when I was injured.” His eyebrows wiggled suggestively in the
mirror, making the burned half of his face even more of a grotesque mask. Mandy ignored him, focusing on holding Daryl steady for the rest of the journey.

They were driven to Hilltop by Dwight in less than half an hour, followed by another vehicle with more of Negan’s men. Daryl woke when the truck stopped and the two burly bookends from the other truck frogmarched him into the clinic. Dr. Carson checked Daryl over and gave him a shot of heavy antibiotics. Mandy had met Harlan Carson a few times before and he always felt great concern for her when he saw her, the strain of living with Negan’s rough crew was showing on her more each visit.

He could see that her mental condition had deteriorated even since the last time he’d seen her, only a month previous. He took the opportunity to talk quietly to her as Dwight was standing at the door giving orders to the two other men who travelled with them to Hilltop. “Mandy. How
are you doing?” He spoke low as located a healthy vein in Daryl’s forearm, swiped it with an alcohol swab and pressed the cannula into his vein for the IV drip. Daryl didn’t even flinch. Mandy connected the bag of plasma and they waited for the drip to start.

While Mandy prepared the shot of antibiotic, Dr Carson removed the gauze dressing from Daryl’s shoulder to look at the wound. “Helluva night, Harlan.” It was all she was capable of saying in the moment. The doctor nodded his understanding. His eyes flickered to her tired white face. “You gonna be ok?” She looked at Daryl, her troubled brown eyes meeting his blue
feral gaze. He was silently watching this exchange. “I hope so” was all she said. Daryl knew that comment was more for him than for the doctor.

They could hear Dwight wrapping up his conversation outside the medical room and Mandy reached into her pocket and presented the bullet she’d pulled from Daryl’s shoulder to Harlan. “I brought this to show you, it looked fairly intact to me but just on the off chance there might be some fragments left in the wound…” she didn’t finish her sentence. The doctor took the bullet and inspected it closely, agreeing with her assumption.

“No, I agree. Bullet looks intact.” He handed it back then asked Daryl if he could examine him and ensure he had no concussion or other issues that might impact his healing. Daryl shrugged then sat there while the doctor listened to his heart and lungs, checked his blood pressure and poured over any other bruises or contusions he could find. “Your blood pressure is low, which is to be expected, from what Mandy said you bled a lot.”

“Like a stuck pig” Daryl’s gravelly rumble confirmed. His eyes shot sparks of hatred at Dwight standing in the doorway. “Thanks to that prick.” Dwight just sent him a cheery wave. “Asshole.” Daryl mumbled under his breath.

“Ok. Just rest now. Can you lie on your left side so you’re not on that shoulder? You need to just rest while we get this plasma into you.” Doc Carson convinced him to lie back.

“A minute, Doc?” Dwight pulled Harlan from the room. They were back in a few minutes to tell Mandy and Daryl what the plan was.

Notes

Comments

I just found this story! Love it! Looking forward to an update! xo

Spock Spock
8/9/16

OK, take your time. I will keep a lookout for it.

cactuscrawler cactuscrawler
5/21/16

@cactuscrawler
I am continuing, just taking some time to get happy with it.

Darylfan1969 Darylfan1969
5/20/16

Hope you are continuing this story, can't wait to read more.

cactuscrawler cactuscrawler
5/20/16

@Grimesgirl63
Thank you!

Darylfan1969 Darylfan1969
5/14/16