her breath. She covered her mouth to muffle the noise. “Fuck! I’m sorry!” she said quietly, slightly panicked. The sight of Daryl injured made her feel miserable, since he was most likely stronger than her, both mentally and physically. It made her last hope vanish as snow in the sunlight. 

“Why did ye have tae be so fuckin’ stubborn an’ enter th’ damn grocery by yerself, huh?! Cooldn’t ye jus’ wait fur me?!” she snapped as she offered her hand again. She dearly hoped that there weren’t any walkers outside, because then they’d have another thing to deal with. “Do ye hae any other injuries I should know of?! ‘Coz this is th’ bloody right time tae tell me!”

 His face straighten out in pure annoyance  as he began to be interrogated by the other. ' I really don't need this righ' now ya'know?"  he barked, not wanting to waste his energy  explaining why he went in there in the first  place. As she placed her hand out toward  him, he rudely ignored the offer that he first put up. 

Flattening out his palm on the hard dirty  ground on his left side, while his right arm hung in front of his right knee, giving him some balance as he painfully pushes himself up. Left arm straighten out as he manages to get up on his two feet. Shaky but balanced. Heavy pants escape him as the pain continues to crawl throughout his body.' I don't know. .  I'll check it out later when we aren't out in th' open alright? ' He suggest, covered his left side with his right arm; grasping it tightly and limping toward the car.