Daryl hadn't looked well whenever you'd found him. His injuries had been extensive, and the cherry on top was that he had lost consciousness. The sight had made you feel sick inside. Losing Daryl wasn't even imaginable to you. The mere thought nearly made you lose your lunch. You pushed down the nausea and looked over at him. His chest gently rose and fell, the only indicator that he was still fighting. You had to believe that he would be okay. Hope was the only thing you had going for you right now.

It could take hours for him to wake up, you knew that. You also knew that getting him any farther than the tree you'd laid him down up against was damn near impossible. You'd struggled enough to accomplish that. He was away from any skins, that was all that mattered to you right now in terms of location. He looked so weak in this moment. His hair strewn across his face, dried blood making it stick to his forehead. Seeing Daryl weakened was uncommon. He was never the one who needed help, it just wasn't in his nature. But, there had been a few instances similar to this. Only a few times where he'd been forced to let down his guard and let you help him. His current situation was certainly an example of that. Yet, you were mostly clueless as to what exactly had went down.

All you knew was that he'd fought Alpha. You would've handled her, but you'd spotted an approaching skin and ran off with Daryl. Risking his safety had not been an option to you. Ending the war was not worth his life to you, selfish as that sounded. That thought, your selfishness, made you feel sick inside. What if you could've ended everything? You knew you probably could have, assuming that the skins wouldn't have taken you out first. That was a possibility, one that allowed you to rid yourself of the sinking guilt coiled in your stomach.

A gasp brought you back to the present. He jolted, frantically looking around. He seemed to relax whenever he noticed that it was just you. "How long I been asleep for?" He asked, his voice more rough than usual. The hoarse tone had made your heart hurt even more. "You jus' out here? How'd ya find me?" He added, prodding you for details. He was still stunned, confused. That much was obvious, and unsurprising considering that he most likely had a concussion, and a nasty one at that.