I don't think I could have gotten dressed quicker.
Merle's words rang in my head like a church bell. When the older, more aggravating Dixon brother had appeared at my door the last thing I wanted to do was to let him into my apartment. However, once he told me Daryl was at the hospital, I practically dragged him inside. "What happened?" I pleaded, my stomach twisting and churning as I felt the bile rise into my throat. Daryl had just been there, he'd just been asleep with me on the couch. We'd just had passionate sex on said couch. A part of me was in denial that something had actually happened, that Merle was trying to pull a fast one on me. I dropped him into my arm chair and narrowed my eyes at him, forgetting that I was still in my bathrobe.
"Merle Dixon if you're screwin' with me..." I warned, my voice on the cusp of breaking. The thought of Daryl laying in some hospital bed hurt me more than I thought it would. "...if I find out that this is some cheap trick I swear I'll..."
"You think I'd fuck around 'bout my brother bein' in some hospital?!" Merle growled loudly, the alcohol incredibly apparent on his breath. His eyes were narrowed and staring into mine as if he were trying to break me down. He was trying to size me up and threaten me. Too bad for him that it didn't work out that way. "If ya think that, yer dumber than I thought."
"I don't even have a car, Merle" I retorted as I bounded across the apartment to my room, cracking my door just enough that he couldn't see me, but he could still hear my voice. "What are we gonna do? Put you on the handlebars of my bicycle?"
"We'll drive Daryl's truck. Got the keys right here."
