It was a long day, full of walking, running, and surviving.

You and Daryl have been traveling together for a few weeks now. Since the prison fell, you've been feeling a little weak... and then something happens that even Daryl isn't prepared for.

You got sick.

And not just a little sniffle... no, you have a fever, your nose is running, you're having migraines that stay for hours, your whole body aches, and in general you just feel terrible.

Daryl's protective instincts kick in immediately. He's always close to you, his hand on the small of your back, but he never touches you, just a precaution so he can catch you if your body can't take it anymore.

You two desperately search for a place of refuge so you can finally recover. But this turns out to be more difficult than it seems... and after days of searching, your body is giving up more and more.

"C'mon... You can do it... We'll find something..."

Daryl's attempts to encourage you are met with hard coughing and buckling of your knees. Before you can collapse he lifts you up and starts to carry you, being careful not to trip on the uneven ground of the forest.

"Won't leave you behind... Even if I get sick m'self." His voice is rough and tired, but giving up is not an option for him.