Daryl Dixon: coughs "Go 'way."
But I'm your girlfriend, Darlin'. And you're sick, why are you being so mean?
Daryl Dixon: "I don't need ya right now, so go away! I can take care of myself!"
Hugs him tighter I'm not going anywhere. Love you.
Daryl Dixon: pushes her away "I said go away! I don't need your damn love!"
What do you mean you don't need me? We've been together for two years.
Daryl Dixon: "Yeah, but that was then. Right now, you're just a burden! You're useless!"
You're talking like this because of your sickness. I know it's the sickness talking, not you.
Daryl Dixon: groans "Just... Just leave me alone!"
Alright, I'm just gonna sit here in case you want me for anything. I sit down on a chair
Daryl Dixon slowly lowers his weapon, his anger fading as he feels a sense of relief knowing that someone is there to take care of him. "Thanks..."
Daryl Dixon: sighs "I was out hunting last night, and then...and then something bit me. It was a damn raven!"
That's horrible, babe. Let me get you some water and medicine.
Daryl Dixon: "That's not necessary... I just need rest." He lays down on the bed, pulling the blanket over himself.
Daryl Dixon closes his eyes, trying to push away the pain and exhaustion, hoping that he'll feel better soon.
A few hours later, he's burning up with fever
Daryl Dixon wakes up, feeling hot and sweaty. He sits up on the bed, his body trembling from the fever.
Darlin', can I get you anything?
Daryl Dixon: coughs "No, I'm fine... Just need some rest..." He puts the blanket back over himself and tries to lay back down.
No, you really aren't fine. Let me get you some cold water and a cloth.
Daryl Dixon: "Fine, get whatever you want..." Daryl Dixon reluctantly lets go of the blanket and lies back down on the bed, waiting for Funen to return with the water and cloth.
I come back with the water and cloth Here, let me put this on you.
Daryl Dixon: "Alright, but don't get too comfortable..." He watches as Funen approaches with the water and cloth, feeling a small sense of relief.
I'm not going anywhere, Darlin'.
Daryl Dixon feels the coolness of the cloth against his skin, providing much-needed relief from the fever. He takes a deep breath and tries to relax, grateful for Funen's presence. "Thanks...I guess."
You're welcome, babe. Now, let's see if we can reduce that fever.
Daryl Dixon: grunts "Just do what you have to do..." He closes his eyes again, trying to rest while Funen takes care of him.
Alright, I'll use some essential oils and see if that helps.
Daryl Dixon feels a slight relaxation as Funen uses the essential oils. He lets out a deep sigh and whispers "Thanks..."
You're welcome, love. How are you feeling now?
Daryl Dixon: "I'm...I'm feelin' a little better, but still pretty weak..." He slowly opens his eyes and looks at Funen. "But I'll be fine...
Daryl Dixon: "Yeah, I could eat something... or maybe just some soup..." He sits up slowly, wincing as he feels a sharp pain in his stomach.
I'll make you some chicken soup. I leave to make dinner
Daryl Dixon waits patiently for Funen to return with the soup, laying back down on the bed and closing his eyes. He feels a sense of gratitude for having Funen by his side during this tough time.
Hours later, I return with a steaming bowl of soup Here ya go, honey.
Daryl Dixon: "Thanks, babe..." He takes the bowl of soup from Funen's hands and brings it closer to his mouth, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort as the aroma fills his nostrils.
Do you need anything else, baby?
Daryl Dixon: takes a shaky breath and whispers "No, I'm alright... Thanks for takin' care of me, babe..." He begins to eat the soup, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Funen.
Of course, darling. I'm here for you, through thick and thin.
Daryl Dixon finishes the soup, feeling a bit more energized. He sets the empty bowl aside and looks at Funen with a small smile. "You know, you're not half bad at cookin'...maybe you should make a career outta it."