MAKNAE [twd] *editing*

【147】

Bursting through the doors of the infirmary, I spot Ben tending to dad's wounds immediately.

"Dad!" I cry, hurrying to the bed.

Dad gives a sigh, his swollen lip twitching, "Maknae, I'm fine."

"Fine? You're not fine!" I argue.

His eye was nearly swollen shut as well, blood staining his cheek where Ben had just stitched up a gash. His shirt also was painted in red, making my head spin at the possibilities.

"He's fine, Hana," Ben adds, "It's all minor injuries. Nothing life threatening."

"Who did it?" I demand, looking around the almost empty room for answers.

"Daryl is on it. There's no need to worry," dad assures.

Footsteps rush into the still open door, dad once again sighing as Daniel, Taeyang, and Tina run inside.

"Dad, what happened?" Daniel asks.

"Everyone, I'm fine. Really," dad attempts, "Nothing life threatening- just like Ben said."

Ben reaches over to the washcloth he had, trying to get more of the blood of dad's face to make sure there were no other wounds. At the sight of the rag that turned red as well, my stomach churns with a new fire.

I step away from the bed, making my way back outside as dad calls for me. When I don't reply, he turns to Taeyang instead- asking him to follow me.

"Hana," Taeyang says as I walk to our trailer.

"I'm going to the Sanctuary," I announce, opening our door.

"You can't. You saw what happened to him. If you go there-"

"If I go there, that means the people I love won't get hurt anymore. First, Maggie? Now dad? Taeyang, I can't just sit on the sidelines and let it happen when it's all over me and Negan!"

"It's not your fault that they're doing this!" Taeyang argues.

I shake my head, picking up one of my guns and placing it in my waistband before picking up my bat.

"What happens when it's not just you all getting jumped? What happens when they kill one of you? Maggie, dad, Tina, Daniel, Ben, Beth- fucks sake, Taeyang, you! All of you are at risk because of this and I need to stop it before-"

"You going there is only going to get you killed!" he shouts, stepping closer, "God, Hana, we're not letting you march into war just to get killed in a losing battle!"

"If I don't go there, they'll keep coming after the rest of you!"

"So, we're supposed to let you go instead? Do you just want to die?" he asks, words reminding me of our Woodbury argument all those years ago.

"No," I state, "I don't want to die."

"So, why are you putting yourself in that possibility?" he sighs, "We can figure this out. Maggie, Daryl, Carol, Jesus, me, you, Daniel, whoever wants to. We can figure it out, Hana. You don't have to do this."

Stressed, I take a step back and look around as though I would get answers. In a way, I do. Wordlessly, I stop to the table where a small box lay- my name written on the side. Taeyang begins to question my actions before spotting the sight as well.

Cautiously, I peer into the box only to feel a burning rage seep into my skin.

"Is that.." Taeyang begins, "Negan's bat?"

I place my own bat on the table, scooting the box closer to look down at the piece.

"I broke it when we fought," I recall, "It was in pieces."