Bedridden

                                    

                                          
"I DIDN'T KNOW! I couldn't see him!" Andrea stood trying to defend her actions with Dale standing with his hand resting on her back.

                          
Skye was having none of it. "So you don't see who it is and yet you shoot anyway?! That makes sense."
                          
"What if he was a walker? Was I supposed to just let it get to the camp?"
                          
"We were running out there! We could've handled it. Why risk other walkers hear a shot? It could've been Sophia finding her way to this farm!" Skye's blood was boiling and it was about to run over. 
                          
Andrea shook her head. "He was too tall."
                          
"My point is it could've been someone who needed help. And guess what, it was! Who knows what he went through to get back here. Then he makes it and gets shot!" Andrea looked to the ground. "Stop trying to be some kind of badass and use your damn brain!"
                          
	Andrea's head snapped up. "Look, he's the one who had to go all lone ranger. He's too damn stubborn. It's kind of his fault he got shot. How was I to-" Andrea was cut off by Skye's fist colliding with her face. Her hand flew up to where she was struck, shock in her eyes. 
                          
"Whoa, hey!" Shane burst from the farmhouse doors. Stopping in front of Skye he put his hands on her shoulders, holding her back.
                          
	"How dare you!?! He almost died looking for Sophia!" Skye fumed, glaring past Shane. 
                          
	"Skye! Look at me..." Shane's hands were on both sides of her face and she met his gaze. "We all know she's a crazy bitch," Shane stated. Andrea shot him a displeased look. "But why don't you go ahead and go inside. Daryl is getting stitched up but you should be able to go in and see him soon if you want."
                          
	Taking a deep breath and shooting Andrea one last glare, Skye followed his advice and headed inside. Reaching the room he was in, she saw Lori sitting outside the door on the floor. Seeing Skye take the chair across from her, Lori asked, "You alright?" Skye nodded with a brief smile. "Heard screamin'. Giving Andrea hell?"
                          
	"Bitch deserved it."
                          
	Lori chuckled. "Yes, she did. She has a tendency to not think about how she's actually putting the group in danger. She's lucky she didn't kill Daryl."
                          
	The door opened and the two women got to their feet. Rick emerged and gave Lori a slight hug. Looking over at Skye he said, "He'll be alright." Lori and Rick walked out. Wringing her hands Skye waited until finally Hershel exited the room. 
                          
	"Skye, is it?" Hershel eyed her and she nodded. "Could you do me a favor and grab him a rag and some warm water to help him wash up a bit. He's covered in blood and dirt." She nodded.
                          
After fetching the requested items, Skye knocked lightly on the door before entering. Daryl was lying back on the bed with his arms over his head. Seeing her he grabbed at the blanket, trying to cover himself, but he wasn't quite quick enough. Skye saw scars all over his arms and chest. They looked as if they went around to his back as well. 
                          
"Hey," she smiled weakly. She held up the rag and water. "Hershel asked me to help you clean up." He didn't say anything, but watched as she sat lightly on the edge of the bed. Submerging the cloth in the water and wringing it out, she looked to him. "What happened out there, Daryl?"
                          
Flinching slightly as she dabbed gently at his face, he looked away. "Damn horse got spooked. Threw me off. Took a tumble down the cliff side."
                          
"That how that happened?" She gestured to his side.
                          
"Arrow got lodged in there."
                          
The thought of that happening made her brow knit together and she rinsed the cloth off. Moving down to his neck, she thought to the ears. "What was up with the ear necklace?" Daryl merely gave her a confused look. "When we got to you, you had a shoelace with ears hanging from your neck. Rick took it off before Hershel saw."