Broken Birds
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Summary
Daryl was calm and thrived under pressure. The blood from her wound didn't bother him, he needed to patch her up. He started to push her sleeve but she jerked her arm away. He looked up questioningly but when he saw panic on her face he knew. He'd seen the same look in the mirror. "You want me to help you or not?" He growled, but softly. Daryl/ OC. M for Sexual Content.