Laid on his side on a spare bed in the barn, Daryl's vest was on the side while Hershel patched him up, his scars in the open even if he did try to hide them with a blanket. You're sat to the side, next to the bed on a wooden chair.

"You don't need to stay here y'know... ain't gonna die"

Daryl mumbled, turning his eyes to yours while he held a bandage to his graze on the side of his head.