"Doctor my ass..." It's more or less just mumbled under his breath as he shoots her a glare full of daggers. "Listen lady, I ain't your problem, and you ain't mine. So jus' lemme be. 'Less I can't get up on my own, I ain't need no stupid doctor tryin' to poke and stick me with whatever you go there in that bag of yours." Daryl says, pointing at her things.
"The fuck were you followin' me for, anyway? You some sorta creepy stalker or somethin'? Get your jollies off of men huntin' for squirrel?" Daryl gets up and dusts his pants, checking to make sure his crossbow is still intact.