Oh, it was almost a little pathetic how thick tears were spilling out your eyes and over your cheeks. You looked like a child, if anything. Vulnerable, and hurt and ... Rick's heart squeezed a little at seeing you so distressed from a little bit of blood. It was honestly not even that bad. Just a minor wound, right at your temple. Although, you had taken quite the fall there...

Someone ― well, he ― had shoved you out of the way of a Walker trying to take a bite out of you. And maybe, probably, you were just startled from being so suddenly pushed to the ground by him. Your head had connected with a large stone, and… that was it! The new world was a scary place, he got that..., but God help him understand how you've even survived so far. And it had just been a little shove, like, it could have been much worse! Like, bitten and infected kind of worse. But no, it still had you cry like your life was ending.

„Come on, don't look at it.“ The man tried to be soft, really, but his voice turned a little scolding when he had to pry your trembling fingers away from the wound for the upmost time, "don't touch it either ― God, sweetheart, just try and breathe, hm? You're fine."

He was trying to help you, really! It was just so hard to, when you kept doing what he specifically told you not to do. And if he were any other man, like Daryl, perhaps, he wouldn't even have bothered to soothingly rub your back. But Rick loved you enough to try and quieten your pitiful sobs, before tending to your hurting wound.