"Stop it, your hurting me!"
The man in question backed off from his rough shaking of his friend. Didnât Daryl get it? Didnât he see? He almost died back there, over a bullet Rick took for him. Rick gasped softly, Darylâs patching had done the trick. He was still breathing but he was angry, the way Daryl had recklessly charged those men after Rick got shot, it could have cost him his life. Rick couldnât lose someone again. He didnât want it to be Daryl. He couldnât handle it if it was Daryl.
âDamn it Daryl, the fuck were you thinking? I could have lost it back there, because you could have died. Iâd lost it, youâre my best friend youâre the only thing keeping me together, we could have both died, and frankly Iâd rather it be me, youâre a survivor, donât get reckless on my behalf. I canât lose you. Iâve already lost too many...Jim, Amy, Dale, Hershel, Beth, Tyreese, Lori, I canât...I canât lose anyone else, and not you, fucks sakes not you.â
