What the fuck is this?" Daryl asked, anger lacing his words as he spoke. His features were contorted in a way that seemed to show both confusion and anger. Mainly anger.

I wanted to bolt out of the tent, head towards the door and never look back, get as far away from him as possible but I knew that wasn't even an option any more. For one, he was stood directly in front of the door to the tent, standing rather firm. I wouldn't even be able to make it two steps before he got a hold of me. Second, Even if I managed to get past him, with the way I was currently feeling at the moment he would probably catch up to me pretty quickly and force me to come back to the tent so we could talk this out. Both of which were very valid points.

'You could still make it.' My subconscious was telling me. No, I really couldn't.

I literally shook the thoughts from my head and to Daryl it probably looked like I was saying 'no' to telling him what was going on. "Annora!" He yelled, making me jump slightly where I was kneeling; not that he noticed. "What. The. Fuck. Is this?" He pronounced his words clearly like he was talking to a six year old. Venom leaked from his words and I did get slightly scared but I knew deep down he wouldn't hurt me, I just didn't like him being this angry at me. And yes I am fully aware this is all my fault and I should have told him and the group sooner but I couldn't. It was something I'd never been able to tell anybody. "Are all these yours?" He asked, angry. He probably thought I was some kind of junkie. Which I wasn't.

I opened my mouth for a second, willing myself to actually speak but nothing came out, so I shut it again, probably making me look like some fish rushing to get the last scraps of food that were floating around. I only managed to nod my head at his statement. He didn't look too happy with my silence. "Why?" His voice had risen another couple of decibels, conveying his anger towards me.

I understand why he was so mad. If he had kept something like this from me, I'd be pissed.

On this occasion it wasn't him, it was me, and all I could do was stare timidly at the bottles laying thrown across the floor, I probably looked like a kicked puppy. "I swear to God," He breathed out in anger and ran a hand through his greasy hair both out of anger and frustration. "Tell me Annora or I'm gonna find a new place to sleep tonight." He spat, looking down at me like that was going to make me tell him. He was right.

I opened my mouth to speak again, and yet again, only air came out so I closed it again. He sighed in exasperation, turning and storming out the tent.

I stared down at my hands and screwed my eyes shut pressing the palms of my hands into my eyes and groaning. I let them drop and pushed myself to my feet, chasing after Daryl as he stalked across the field, myself calling after him to make him stop.

He did, suddenly I might add, and stormed back across the field to me. "What I don't get is, what could possibly be so bad that you can't tell me?" He asked, obviously more pissed off than he had been in the tent.

"I just-" It was the most I'd spoken in the last ten minutes or so and he clearly was a little surprised, clearly thinking that I was just going to stand there and not say anything. "I was scared to tell you." My voice quivered a little and although his face didn't soften, his tone got quieter.

"Scared? Why am I not surprised." His words took me a little by surprise.

"Hang on," I found a new confidence suddenly. "What do you mean by that?" My voice was still quiet but it had a conviction behind it.

"Every time something gets just a little too complicated to handle, you get scared and run off. I just don't get it." He sighed and ran a hand over his face.

"I have my reasons." I stated, monotone and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Well then enlighten me on those reasons, Annora, because I'm starting to wonder if we shouldn't have bought you into the group." Okay that hurt.

"Wow." I nodded my head like I understood what he was talking about. And this is why I didn't want to tell you. I sighed and walked back to the tent, hearing a groan and his footsteps quickly coming after me, pulling me around to face him.

"Will-"

"No, my turn." I stopped him mid-sentence and felt a little horrible for walking off but after what he said I think I had a reason. I knew he was pissed but he didn't have to talk to me like that. "You wanna know about all the pills Daryl, is it that important to you?" He didn't say anything. "I have this condition," My voice wasn't shaking but it wasn't harsh. He seemed to soften a little but I wasn't going to let him but it. I'd finally found the words to tell him and he was going to shut up and listen to me. "I was diagnosed when I was pretty young. I was about nineteen I think. I woke up one night to this God awful pain in my chest, so much so that my mom had to drive me to the hospital at 3am. That's when they told me I had acute heart failure." The shock was clear on Daryl's face. He clearly wasn't expecting that. Yeah well welcome to the club. "Apparently it's rare in people of my age but it's still possible," I chuckled a little like I'd just made the best joke in the world. Clearly I hadn't. "They made me stay over night, gave me pills and sent me on my way." I motioned back to the pills that were still lying on the floor of the tent.

"And you couldn't tell me this why?" He asked, still a little angry.

"I was scared. In fairness, no one knows. My parents were the only people who knew." And Jacob. I thought. Although it was probably better to keep that piece of information to myself. Jacob was there through the whole thing, even then my parents had to tell him what was going on because of the fact that I wouldn't actually speak for about a week and he wanted to know why he couldn't see me.

"How many tablets?" He asked, actually showing a little concern.

"Seven. Three ACE inhibitors, metaprolol, Ivabridine, and anti-platelets." I listed, counting all seven of them on my hand. "My symptoms get worse if I get stressed or do anything that raises my heart rate above a normal 'exercise' level. Although that also gives me issues." I shrugged and sat down on the floor. "That's why I have the Ivabridine, it slows my heart rate." He nodded and sat down on the spot next to me. He took a hold of one of the hands I was playing with but I slowly moved it away. I was still pissed at him and he knew it.

"I still wish you would have told me."

"I'm telling you now." I shrugged and looked up at him. I knew I wouldn't be able to stay mad at him for very long, but I could at least try and keep just a little grudge.

"Is there anything else you wanna tell me? Or anything I need to know?" I debated inside about whether or not I should mention about Jacob, I mean he'd probably be pissed at me, even more so than he was.

After a few seconds debating, I made up my mind, making the obvious choice.

"No," I shook my head. "Nothing.