Thrown Squirrel 4 : Daryl : [In person]

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[If anyones wandering around the Manor, or planning to go through the entry hall, they'll probably have to step over Daryl first, or the crossbow laying nearby.  He's on the floor, and is bleeding a good deal, though that only seems to have half his attention. He'd been back - he'd been sent back, and he'd been able to keep looking for Sophia. Why the fuck was he back in this hellhole again?

Trying to make himself sit up gingerly, Daryl curses under his breath as a hand goes to his wound; there's a crossbow bolt, sticking cleanly through his left side.]

Goddamn..sonuva'bitch....

[At first, he can't recall how he got it, but then it comes back; that stupid horse had thrown him..must of landed on one of the bolts when his crossbow came free.

Managing to shift himself upright, Daryl takes several deep breaths as he wraps his hands around either end of the bolt, one to pull it out and the other to push from the other side. Gradually pulling it out, every exhale comes out as a pained groan, till eventually the bolt's out completely. Hissing under his breath, Daryl clamps a hand across the open wound, and rests his head back against the wall for a moment]