Daryl's POV

Merle comes barreling through the door, it's three in the morning. I'm groggy and tired, and still annoyed from my fight with Chloe the other day. Merle's been gone for a few days, and now finally back, he's clearly drunk or high he stumbles to the couch.

"Hello little brother," he says.

"What did you do to her wrist?" I ask.

"What the hell man I just got home and you're busting my balls about Chloe?" he throws a hand over his eyes.

"What did you do Merle," I ask again.

"I didn't even grab her that hard, she must just be sensitive..."

I lift him from the couch by grabbing a fistful of his black t-shirt. I sit him up and he's staring at me with bloodshot eyes. I'd take a bullet for my brother, but I'm not a fan of the way he treats women. He acts like they are just something you can toss to the side of the road. I may not want to be with anyone on a serious level, but I know how to treat a woman. 

"Don't touch her," I growl.

"Dude what the hell? You in love with her or something?" he asks.

"Fuck no!" I reply pushing him back releasing the fabric. I sit down on the floor and run a hand through my hair.

"Sure seems like it," he says.

I grab a book off the table and throw it at the wall, just missing a small lamp by a centimeter.

"Then why do you care?"

"I don't..."

I stop when I hear the sound of Chloe's panicked voice upstairs. I'm not sure what makes me do it, but I ignore my fight with Merle and head upstairs through the inside door. Pushing through I hear the yelling coming from Liam's room. I start for the room and just before I get there Chloe comes rushing out the door right into me. She looks up with a panicked look in her eyes.

"Hey, you okay?" I ask.

"It's Liam I have to call 911, he just had a seizure. He's got a really high temp I think it's from that..."

"I'll take you," I offer. It'll take at least ten minutes for an ambulance to reach us, when I can already have us almost to the hospital."Where are your keys?" I ask her.

"In my room on the desk," she tells me.

"Okay, go get him and I'll go start the car," I tell her.

She nods, and rushes back towards his room. I go into her room and grab the keys off the desk rushing out just ahead of her. She comes out about a minute after me, she's got him wrapped up. She sits with him in the back his head on her shoulder. Every few minutes I peak back at her sitting there running a hand through his hair. We arrive within fifteen minutes at the nearest hospital and I drop them off at the front, and then go find a spot.

After circling the lot for a few minutes, the ER must be jammed, I walk inside to look for them. When I don't see them I head up to the desk. An older woman with curly red hair and black rimmed glasses looks up at me.

"Hi, my friend was in here a few minutes ago with a little boy?"

"The boy who had a seizure?" she questions.

"That's the one."

"They went back a minute ago."

"Okay thank you," I tell her.

I start for the waiting area, but then realize I might be here a while so I ask the guard where I can get some coffee. Luckily there's a twenty four hour convenience store open across the street. I make it there and back in five minutes. Sipping on the coffee slowly, I make my way back to the chairs. I get myself comfortable and grab a newspaper off the small table between my chair and the one next to me, and start reading. I don't normally read this shit, but I got nothing better to do and it will keep my mind busy while I wait.