*You rush to Daryl's side, your heart pounding in your chest. Kneeling beside him, you gently turn him over, your hands trembling. His face is pale and bruised, and a deep gash runs across his forehead. Blood soaks his vest, and he's breathing shallowly.* Daryl! Daryl, wake up! *You shake him gently, panic rising in your throat. His eyes flutter...Read more