❝ 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪 '𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 ❞
frannie is willing to do anything to get back to her family, but can she put her trust in strangers to do it?
[on hold!]
[glenn rhee x fem!oc]
[seasons 4b-8]
[book 2/3...
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When we arrived in Alexandria, we were greeted by a massacre. Bodies laid in the streets, bloodied and cold. People were crying, others had already been trying to clean up the horrifying mess.
As we walked in, Maggie explained it to us. An outside group got in, hopped right over the walls, and killed anyone that was unlucky enough to be in their way. The intruders had W's carved into their foreheads, branded like cattle. From what she told me, they weren't human-- they were animals.
Alexandria lost a lot of people and their graveyard couldn't hold all of them. The only good news Maggie had for me was that Javier and Ramon were alive and in the infirmary. Very few others made it back.
I went to them, first and foremost, and helped Michonne carry Scott there. Rosita was as relieved to see us as we were to see her, and in my absence she had been tending to Ramon's injury. Apparently, when he was helping to sway the herd back to the path, a stray bullet tore right through his arm and hit his brachial artery. He could've died, and I'm honestly surprised that he hadn't. Luck or God or something stupid like fate must have been on his side.
I don't talk much when I first enter the infirmary. I get right to work with restitching Scott's wounds and administering some pain medicine to him, and when I'm done with that, I'm eager to one-over Ramon to be thorough. I trust Rosita and she did well by him, but that's not enough for my brain.
I can't give myself a second of rest. If I rest, then I think, and thinking is dangerous at such a critical moment. My thoughts will spiral and I know I'd get lost inside my head, tangled in nerves and vessels. The past has proven this to be true.
Ramon is now passed out cold, his body powering through the bloodloss, when I go check on his IV drip for the sole purpose of giving myself something to do. Javier, however, seems to catch on to exactly what I'm trying to do.
"Frannie..." He tells me, placing a hand over mine before I can do anything.
"Don't," I mutter, brushing his hand away. I know what he's going to say before he says it, I knew before he even thought about it.
"You should rest," Javier suggests softly, watching with concerned eyes as I pointlessly adjust the drip. "Ramon will be fine, okay? But you look like you're two seconds away from passing out, and who would that help?"
"I'm not repeating myself."
"Well, I'll repeat myself: Ramon with be fine. You need to rest."
