terrible things (a Daryl Dixon love story) [Daryl Dixon fan-fic]

Chapter 13

“Dare I know you DON’T want to do this to me.” I said.

“Now, Darlin’, why would I make ye do something ye don’t need?”

“remember I don’t need sex after this.” My eyebrows raised.

He scowled, “Look Darlin’ I’m just doing this because ye need it. I want ye to be okay. This will heal tha’ cut faster.”

I hmmfff because he was right. But I didn’t like it still. I crossed my arms like a child.

“Ye look like a child Darlin’.”

“Shut up!” I whined. I looked up at him and he was watching me and smirking.

He parked the car and then came to the other side of the car and just as he came to open the door I locked the door and stuck my tongue out at him and noticed he left the car keys in the truck. I jumped on his side of the car and locked that door too.

“Oh fer fucks sake Katie!” he growled.

“I am NOT getting a needle stuck in my fucking face Dixon!”

He rubbed his hand over his eyes and then proceeded to mess his hair up.

“So ye’d rather have a big, noticeable scar on tha’ beautiful face of yers instead of a small scar that would hardly be seen?”

“Yip” I popped the “P”. in reality I didn’t want any scar, nevermind a big scar.

Needle?

Scar?

Needle?

Scar?

Needle?

Scar?

I growled and took the keys out and opened the door and slammed it shut with way too much force and locked Daryl’s truck.

I stomped on Daryl’s foot and he just laughed, “Look I know yer upset but why take tha’ out on me? the man ye love” he put his hand over his heart in mock hurt.

“Shut up!” I growled and then turned to face the hospital and he was no longer joking he came up behind me and rubbed my back, “come on Darlin’”

He started walking and grabbed my hand and we went to face the worst thing in the world. Correction one of the worst things, the worst thing would be spiders then needles.

I stayed firmly in my place. No nope nope nope. Nu-uh. I started shaking my head left to right.

“Katie, we don’ ‘ave time fer this” Daryl said with annoyance laced in his sentence.

I started walking  but it felt like mechanical, robotic movement.

I have a good reason to hate needles I thought to myself as we walked to the receptionist who smiled a very flirty smile at my boyfriend. Notice the word MY!

“Back off slut!” I hissed. She looked taken aback and really pissed off. Her eyes narrowed at me.

‘Well aren’t you a joy?” she asked rhetorically.

“Sorry, not sorry. But don’t go flirting with MY boyfriend. Just remember I’m a girl who can ruin your life with all the press and shit like that” I said with fake innocence.

She again looked shocked and then the light bulb turned on, “OH MY GOD!” she squealed, “your Katy Butler.” She said more than asked, but I nodded all the same. “Oh I’m so sorry for looking at your boyfriend in a way that displeased you.” She started sucking up and I thought I’d let her off the hook just this one time.

“Umm… yea it’s fine just don’t do it again.”

“I won’t I promise” she said.

I looked over to Daryl who looked shocked that I had so much power over someone I don’t even know, I flashed him a smile and he nodded at me with a smirk and rested his hand on my lower back.

“I’d hate ta break up yer girl talk Darlin’ but ye need to get your cheek sorted out… remember?”

“How observant Dare.” I sarcastically said.

He chuckled a little bit and turned to look at one of my fans, “Please can ye get her checked up as soon as possible?” he said in a monotone.

“Of course, I just need you to fill out these forms while I get you a doctor and explain about your cut… how did that happen, he’ll need to know.” She said with a suspicious look to Daryl.

“no, no he didn’t hit me.. he wont ever hit a girl” she visibly relaxed, “I feel at figure skating training.”

“that was a nasty fall’ I nodded and went to go fill out the forms.

After like 10 minutes a nurse called out, “KATY BUTLER!” everyone in the waiting room started whispering when they heard my name. I stood up showing the fake confidence that I lacked at that present time. I grabbed Daryl’s hand and as always he was reluctant to hold my hand in public (hates PDA) so I let go and he instead put his hand on the small of my back. His hand felt oddly comforting and seemed to give me a boost of confidence until I was sat on the stupid hospital bed, then I started shaking like a Chihuahua. This didn’t go unnoticed by Daryl or the doctor.

“Sir, please can you wait outside the door?” the doctor politely asked Daryl with a smile.

He was going to say no but I answered for him, “I’ll be fine hon. Shouldn’t take long.” I smiled and gave him a “shoo” gesture. He raised his eyebrow and then turned to the doctor, “If ye hurt ‘er I’ll hurt ye. If I hear ‘er I’ll be coming in. ye understand?” he looked so badass and threatening, that was a major turn on. Stop thinking about fucking him!

The doctor took a gulp and nodded slowly. Satisfied, Daryl went out the door.

“you’re a lucky girl to have a man like him. We get too many bar men, abusive or alcoholic men here with their wives or girlfriends.” He said (He being the doctor).

“I’m scared.” I said to the doctor and looked at me sympathetically.

“It won’t hurt miss. Butler.”

I scoffed, “Fine, but when I get stitches, fair warning I sometimes go into shock and pass out.”

He nodded and got to work. I was in silent tears as he sowed the cut closed and after the pain became unbearable I passed out.

“The fuck did ye do ta ‘er” I heard a gruff, southern drawl.

“Sir, she just passed out from the paian and exhaustion.”

“I told ye not ta hurt ‘er”

“that was kind of impossible and you knew that. I saw it in your eyes when you threatened me.”

Daryl sighed, “will she be allowed ta come home tanight?”

“I wouldn’t recommend it.” the doctor said.

“You have no say  in this one Doc.” I said, my voice was stronger than I intended. Oh well.

“Daryl and the doctor both turned to me with confused glances on their face.

“Come on Dare, help me up.” I said lifting my arms so he could get hold of them. He walked over and pulled me to a sitting position until the doctor blocked him and pushed him back slightly.

“GET YER HANDS OFF ME!” Daryl yelled.

“What the fuck dude? You can’t keep me here. It isn’t compulsory I can choose when to leave and… I’m leaving now!” I hissed at him. He looked at me and shook his head but agreed to let me go. As Daryl and I walked out I hissed at the doctor, “Douschebag”

To which he returned, “Stubborn woman.” Daryl nodded saying he agreed with the doctor, but I knew he would.