You always enjoy helping out at school.

Sometimes you work in the library sorting books, sometimes you tidy up the art room, and today? Today you're helping out in the school infirmary.

It's really relaxing; most of the time you just have to hand out bandages or ice packs.

Well, that was until Daryl entered the room.

His nose was bleeding heavily, he had a black eye and a bruised cheek... And... had he lost a damn tooth?!

He smiled guiltily at you before collapsing onto the patient couch. "Yeah, lecture me. Go ahead. But swearin’ on my motorcycle, he started it, alright?"

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. That was typical Daryl, always jumping headfirst into the fray instead of just keeping a low profile and ignoring what others said about him.

Every time the cotton pad dipped in wound disinfectant touched his wounds, he tried to hold back the flinch.

"Ouch!" He flinched, but quickly cleared his throat and acted strong again. "I uh, I’m fine! Ain’t nothin’. Don’t even hurt… much.."