The Sheriff (Rick Grimes ff) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 3: Waiting

Character: Lucy Green

Looks: long dark hair, beautiful blue eyes, 5"3 short but curvy

Weapons: her rifle, her .45 on her hip, a machete, and Charlie, her German Shepherd dog

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The night drew on and Shane and Odis were still not back yet. The boy was not doing good. Everyone was on pins and needles waiting, but no one wasn't as scared as Rick and Lori were.

I was collecting daddy's tools and cleaning the bed sheets.

"He needs a blood transfusion, Rick." Daddy informed.

"I'll donate." Rick replied, looking like he hadn't slept in days.

"Lucy, prep him." Daddy said as he left the room for something.

I made him a quick plate of food and poured him a glass of orange juice. I handed him the plate.

"You'll get sick if ya don't eat." I said as I readied the needles.

He looked nervously over at his son as he forced himself to eat.

"Don't worry," I said, "my dad knows what he's doing. So do I. I was a nurse before the world went to crap."

He looked actually interested in what I was saying. "Really? I was a sheriff. I was shot and in a coma during the fall. What hospital did you work at?"

"Harrison Memorial hospital." I answered as I stood and leaned against the end of the bed.

"That's where I was when I woke up." He recalled.

I smiled. "I might have taken care of you. 'Course I think I'd remember you." I wasn't kidding. He was beautiful. He had dark, curly hair. Crystal, blue eyes. And perfectly sculpted lips.

He smiled for the first time since I saw him.

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The loud muffler of an old pickup truck sounded outside. We all jumped up and ran to the porch as Patricia went to ready the boy.

Shane slowly stepped of the pickup and grabbed a bag from the back.

"Did you find the supplies?" Rick asked quickly.

Shane nodded, looking very guilty.

"Odis?" Daddy asked once he realized he wasn't there.

Shane shook his head and looked down, ashamed.

Odis was dead? I knew him ever since I was a little kid. He use to take me and Maggie hunting. And now he's dead.

"Nobody tells Patricia," Dad said. "I need her for this." He rushed back into the house. I looked over to see Shane staring at me. What was his deal? I shook it off and followed Dad back into the house.

For the next few hours we worked on the boy. It was bad, but he would live. After we cleaned and sewed him up, we went out into the living room, where everyone was waiting impatiently. They all jumped up when we entered.

"How us he?" Lori asked quickly.

"He'll survive, but he needs lots of rest." Daddy answered shortly.

"There's no room inside so you'll have to set up camp outside." I offered, "You can come in if you want to shower or eat."

There was a chorus of "thank-you's" and I went into the kitchen to make a few meals for people. Lori walked over and sat at the counter with Glenn and Andrea. Lori looked stressed out as her shaky hands reached out to grasp the glass of water I set in front of her.

"Don't worry," I said as I gently lay my hand on hers, "Your boy's gonna be fine."

"His name is Carl." She said with anger hinting her voice as she yanked her hand away.

I raised my eyebrow at her. Wow. She's probably just stressed out. At least I hope.

"I couldn't remember his name." I mumbled quietly.

"What kind of a nurse doesn't know her own patient's name?" She snapped.

"The kind that's too busy saving his life." I snapped back. Glenn stifled a laugh as I stood and left the room.

I walked over to the stairs but was stopped when someone grabbed my arm. I turned to see Rick with his hat in his hands.

"I want to thank you and your father for what you did for my boy today." He said. His voice was hoarse and dry.

"There's no need. It's what we do." I smiled at him.

"Well thank you, still." He let go of my arm and I nodded at him.

"Your welcome."

I went up to Maggie's room at the end of the hall. I open the door to see Maggie sitting on the bed with Beth.

"Hey," I said as I sat on the small, grey couch that was in her room.

"What time is it?" Beth asked in her small, feminine voice.

I checked my wristwatch and replied, "12:34."

"We better get to bed." Maggie said as she got into her bed.

"Goodnight." Beth said as she got up from the bed.

"Night, kid." I gave her a quick hug before she left for her own bedroom.

I  went to Maggie's closet. I peeled off my blood and sweat stained clothes and threw them in the dirty-laundry basket. I picked a light yellow tank top and light grey pants for pajamas. We shared clothes all the time. We take the same size in almost everything. Except for some shirts. My breast were way bigger than hers and I was more curvy than Maggie.

I begin to get dressed as Maggie said, "What do you think of the new people?"

I thought for a moment, "Some of them seem nice." I mumbled thinking of Rick.

"Do you think they'll stay?" She asked as she handed me a pillow and blanket. I laid down on the couch.

"I dunno." I answered truthfully. I pulled the blue blanket tighter around me.

She was quiet so I asked, "Do you want them to stay?"

"Yeah, I do." She replied quietly. "Do you?"

"Yeah, I kinda like 'em." I said.

"Goodnight, Lucy."

"'Night, Maggie."