Chapter 16

The door was opened.

Lina felt a chill run through her body. Why did she have to leave? She could have just focused on doing what was in front of her. Why did she always have to act like a saint? Lina slapped herself. Damn this saintly complex.

Lina choked back tears as she slowly went upstairs. Just as she turned the corner, she was knocked unconscious.

“F￥％k you, Daryl—” Lina mumbled sleepily.

Daryl paused for a moment, thinking the footsteps were from a zombie!

"Lina?!" Sophia ran out, looking helplessly at the unconscious Lina. "Did you kill her?"

Daryl crouched down to check. "She's passed out." He picked up Lina. "Can you stay with me?"

Sophia nodded, and Daryl picked up Lina and ran back.

She was shot, but fortunately it was a penetrating wound in her shoulder and thigh.

Damn it, who did this?

As dusk fell, Daryl led Sophia and Lina back to the highway.

He was so exhausted that he almost collapsed.

“Moore! Moore!” Daryl shouted.

Moor ran over and carried Lina on his back.

"Sophia!" Carol rushed over, hugged Sophia, and burst into tears.

"Mom!" Sofia couldn't help but cry too.

Daryl was exhausted. "She's been shot."

“Take her to the RV first,” Dale said after glancing at her. “Glenn!”

"Coming, coming!" Glenn ran over with a towel and a first-aid kit. "Shot? What happened?"

Daryl said he didn't know either.

Sofia was still crying, so they had to lift Lina into the RV and drive the three vehicles towards the farm.

It was only then that Daryl heard what Moore said: Carl had been shot.

Fortunately, the farm wasn't far away, and they arrived quickly. Before they could even resolve Carl's problem, Lina was carried into the house. Rick looked at Daryl with a sense of despair.

“It’s just a penetrating wound,” Daryl emphasized, both to comfort Rick and to comfort himself.

“We don’t have that many medicines and tools,” Herschel said. Sean and Otis have already left, and they probably won’t have time to bring anything back.

“I’ll go find them,” Daryl said. “Tell me the way.”

“I’ll go with you,” Glenn said. “I think I can find the way more easily than you.”

“I…” Moore began, but Daryl interrupted him, “You stay here, Glenn and I will go.”

“Shut up,” Moore interrupted Daryl impatiently. “You stay here and don’t go anywhere. I’m going with this Asian kid.”

Glenn glanced at Daryl with a bitter face, then resignedly followed Moore out the door.

Maggie told them the route, and Moore stepped on the gas and sped off.

Glenn tightened his seatbelt in alarm.

“I’m blood type O,” Daryl said. “Does she need a transfusion? She’s also blood type O.”

Herschel glanced at Daryl. "Mind taking some spares? They'll probably both need them."

"Draw it." Daryl reached out and quickly drew two bags of blood. Daryl covered his arm and stared blankly out the window.

“Thank you,” Rick said.

Daryl gave him a strange look. "It's not like it's for you."

Rick smiled helplessly.

With Daryl's blood donation, Rick felt a bit more at ease. Carl's situation wasn't good, but Sean and the others hadn't returned yet.

Dell and the others carried T-boy over. "Do you have any extra medicine? T-boy wasn't feeling well back then..."

Daryl glanced at him. "Why didn't you say so sooner?"

Daryl pulled out a bag. "It's full of Moore's treasures, all top-quality. Moore sometimes gets gonorrhea."

After taking the medicine, T-boy looked a little better, and Patricia stitched up his wound.

Meanwhile, at the school, Sean and Otis were struggling to escape. Sean hesitated; there were too many people, and they wouldn't survive. His gaze toward Otis turned fierce.

Just then, he heard a jarring sound of music.

"Get out of the way!" Sean and Otis dove to either side as a car playing music drove into the horde of corpses and exploded with a bang.

Moore smugly walked up to Sean, "WOW, WOW, WOW, look at our friendly officer, your eyes are anything but friendly." He looked at Sean mockingly, as if he could see right through him.

Sean looked away, somewhat embarrassed.

"Hurry up!" Glenn drove up in their car. "Get in!"

Moore killed two walkers that lunged at Otis, picked him up and threw him into the car. "Hurry up, officer, are you waiting for me to help you?" Moore shouted.

Sean silently jumped into the car.

"Why are you here?" Sean asked Glenn in a hoarse voice.

Glenn drove nervously. "Sophia and Lina have been found. Lina was shot. Herschel said there weren't enough medicine, so we came. We didn't expect you to lure all the walkers here." No wonder they got the medicine so easily; Moore must have noticed something was wrong.

“Seriously, you should build a statue of me in the camp, to see how many people friendly old Moore saved!” Moore said smugly.

“You are all good people,” Otis said, looking at Sean with trust.

Sean guiltily looked away.

Moore chuckled. He saw the guy hesitate several times before pointing his gun at the fat idiot, who seemed completely oblivious.

However, Moore wouldn't undermine his own people at this time.

But this incident made him even more wary of Sean. If Rick was a genuine 'friendly cop,' this guy was a different story.

Moore looked out the window; now he no longer owed that super-strong woman anything.

A car horn sounded outside. Daryl rushed out and hugged Moore. "Are you alright? Did everything go smoothly?"

Moore tossed the bag to Daryl, "Stop acting like a wimp. Aren't we standing right here? Go save your little girlfriend."

Rick paused for a moment and looked at Daryl.

No, no, no, maybe Moore is just talking nonsense. Lina is great, no one can dislike her.

Rick glared at Daryl and Moore, then walked over to Sean.

Herschel breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Otis walk in, and Patricia and Otis hugged each other.

"Dad!" Maggie rushed out and shouted, "He's not doing well!"

Everyone tensed up. After Herschel got the items, he began to perform surgery on Karl.

Fortunately, the surgery was successful, and the busy Herschel immediately went to check on Lina's condition.

She was in much better condition than Carl; Patricia had treated her wounds after she received a blood transfusion, and she is now stable.

Herschel walked out of the room and told everyone the two pieces of good news. Rick slumped wearily into a chair, overwhelmed by a sense of relief and happiness.

“Now, if you don’t mind, could you tell me how that girl was shot?” Herschel asked seriously.

“We don’t know either,” Rick said, looking at Daryl with a puzzled expression.

Daryl shook his head. "Sophia might know."

“I’ll go see if she’s recovered yet,” Glenn said, standing up.

Just then, Carol led Sophia in through the door. "Sophia wanted to see Lina," Carol said nervously, feeling the attention of everyone.

“She’s alright, just still unconscious,” Herschel said. “Heatstroke, fever, dehydration, blood loss, she needs to rest for a while.”

"Sophia, do you know why Lina was shot?" Glenn crouched down and asked cautiously.

“We were looking for a way back, it was a different road, three cars were running, they caught up with the first one, I heard a girl crying, Lina covered my eyes,” Sofia said, trembling. “She was very sad, we hid in the house, I told her I would hide well, Lina went back, and then Daryl knocked her out.”

From Sofia's words, everyone pieced together a complete story.

"This brat is a saint reincarnated, does she think she's Superman?" Moore was speechless.

Rick glared at Moore, but then helplessly pinched the bridge of his nose.

Herschel sighed helplessly, but his impression of Lina improved somewhat. She had been so badly injured while saving strangers, and he thought these people were quite nice. He was willing to offer them some help until they recovered.

That's all.

*

The next morning, Lina groggily opened her eyes and saw the ceiling of the room. She was lying in bed.

Lina struggled to turn over, trying to get up.

"Hey! Your wound hasn't healed yet, lie down!" Maggie looked at the girl who walked to the door in surprise. No wonder her gunshot wound wasn't too dangerous, but she had lost a lot of blood. It was lucky that she didn't bleed to death from all that moving around.

When they arrived at the farm, Lina breathed a sigh of relief, then collapsed again.

“Daddy!” Maggie called out.

"She just walked to the door..."

Lina vaguely heard someone talking.

"Her wound has reopened..."

Is it because of the femoral artery?

"...Oh no, she got her period..."

Lina watched the people coming and going in a daze, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

It hurts so much, my head hurts, my shoulders hurt, my stomach hurts, my legs hurt...

Lina opened her eyes. She seemed to be curled up in a ball, but her legs hurt when she moved them.

The cold, hard feeling in her stomach made Lina want to cry, not just because of the pain, but because she suddenly felt wronged.

My whole body aches.

She felt like she was going to die from the pain.

"Awake?" Daryl pushed open the door, carrying a tray. "Have some water first."

He carefully helped Lina up, and after a cup of hot water, she felt much better.

"Would you like something to eat?" Daryl picked up the bowl and showed it to Lina; it was a bowl of oatmeal porridge.

“Yes.” Lina looked at Daryl pitifully.

Daryl silently finished feeding Lina the porridge and then helped her lie down.

“You…” Lina felt strange. He was very silent and didn’t seem to care about her at all. He just didn’t have that kind of attitude. Lina looked at Daryl’s expression and felt more and more aggrieved.

"Go to sleep." Daryl packed his things and prepared to leave.

"What's wrong with you?" Lina asked, pouting. He didn't even ask her if she was in pain or uncomfortable, nor did he hug her.

For some reason, Lina just couldn't control this sentimental feeling of being wronged.

Daryl paused, as if suppressing something.

"That's it? Am I your mission?" Lina said angrily.

"You don't want to say anything?" Lina turned her head away angrily. She was clearly in so much pain, why couldn't he comfort her?

Lina burst into tears, feeling wronged.

"What did you say? Did you say you've lost your mind and are looking for death?" Daryl finally couldn't hold back his anger, put the tray on the bedside table, and glared angrily at Lina.

"Looking for death?" Lina looked at Daryl, seemingly incredulous at his accusation.

“Yeah, you’re asking for it. Two cars, eight people? Or more?” Daryl stared at Lina’s expression. “Ha, eight people? How dare you? You’re just holding two broken knives. Do you think you’re Ryan Reynolds?”

"...That's an actor, the character is called Deadpool," Lina retorted.

“To hell with Deadpool and Livepool,” Daryl said angrily to Lina. “Can’t you just stop showing off? Do you think you’re so great? No, you’re nothing, you’re just a troublesome brat.”

Lina glared angrily at Daryl, "You bastard!"

“I’m glad you finally realized it!” Daryl picked up the plate, slammed the door, and left.

Lina covered her face and cried, feeling wronged. She knew she had acted impulsively, and she wasn't without regret, but... but...

A moment later, there was a rustling sound. Lina was covering her face and crying sadly, while Daryl irritably rubbed his hair. "Sorry, you... you're not useless, and you're not a nuisance..."

Lina stopped crying. When did he sneak in?!

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you. I thought you were a zombie,” Daryl said as he walked to Lina’s bedside, who was sobbing softly, and slowly sat down.

“I was terrified,” Daryl mumbled.

But Lina heard him, and he was worried about her. Lina lowered her hand, her red eyes looking at Daryl, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to her, head down, looking somewhat dejected.

Lena quietly reached out and touched Daryl's leg, and Daryl took her hand.

"You're not allowed to yell at me anymore," Lina said, feeling wronged.

“Then you’d better promise not to do anything stupid again,” Daryl retorted. “What if you die somewhere?”

"..." Lina didn't dare to speak because she knew she was in the wrong. She secretly scratched Daryl's palm.

Daryl sighed and looked helplessly at Lina, who looked at him obediently, blinking her innocent eyes.

Daryl sighed heavily, utterly defeated.

Lina withdrew her hand, pulled back the covers, and looked at Daryl expectantly.

"No!" Daryl almost jumped up.

"My stomach hurts," Lina pouted, "and it's cold."

Daryl looked at her helplessly, awkwardly lay down on the edge of the bed, carefully hugged Lina, and slipped his hand under her clothes to cover her lower abdomen.

“Why are your hands so warm?” Lina pressed her hands against Daryl’s cheek. “My hands are so cold, and so are my feet.” It was a pity she couldn’t move her legs right now, otherwise she would have definitely stuffed her feet into Daryl’s stomach.

Excessive blood loss will cause this. Daryl didn't say much, but gently rubbed Lina's lower abdomen and kissed her forehead. "Sleep some more, you need to rest."