23: Blood Spilled

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Five days had passed since Ricks outburst. Daryl watched me like a hawk and made sure I recovered smoothly. When he was on runs or hunting Carol, Maggie or Tara would watch me. Today I helped Olivia and Tara in the inventory room since I had extreme cabin fever.

"Hey Ruby, can you count how many cans there are on this shelf?" Olivia asked, pointing at the shelf beside her.

"Of course." I took over for her and counted. "Twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five."

"Is Ruby in here?" Spencer knocked.

"I'm back here." I shouted. Spencer made his way through the maze of shelves until he found me.

"What's up?" I asked.

"My mom wants to see you."

"Can it wait? I'm in the middle of helping Olivia." I tapped the notepad in my hand.

"She says it's urgent."

"I can take over Ruby." Tara spoke up from the other room. I exhaled slowly as I agreed to go with Spencer. Setting the notepad and pen down I followed him to the hall. Spencer and I were greeted by Michonne and Deanna as we stepped inside.

"Thank you for coming." Deanna smiled. "Michonne and I think Rick is ready to be released but we first want you to talk to him."

"Why me?" I glanced between them.

"We figured if you chatted with him and felt he was truly safe to be released that you could do the honours." Michonne handed me the cell key. I smiled as I thanked them. I slid the key into my pocket as we descended into the cool basement. As Michonne led me down to the cells I grew anxious. Michonne stayed back as we neared the bottom of the steps. I bit my lip as I stepped onto the cement floor and made my way to Ricks cell.

"Hey stranger." I lightly smiled at Rick.

"Hey." Rick lightly smiled back, sitting on the edge of the cot. He still wore his sheriffs jacket which had some blood on it. Michonne must have given him a cloth so that he could wash his face and hands.

"How've ya been?" I asked, pulling a chair closer to sit on.

"Alright. I think we both hit our heads a little too hard back in that trailer."

"You think?" I laughed lightly.

Rick chuckled, "I'm sorry for all that."

"Why did you do it Rick?" I eyed him curiously.

Rick stared at his feet. "He was abusing her and treating her awfully. I couldn't just stand and watch."  

I eyed the stairs where Michonne stood. I whispered, "I don't blame you Rick. I would've done the same."

Rick nodded his head as he noticed me watching the steps. "How have you been?"

"Denise diagnosed me with a grade two concussion. She put me on twenty four hour watch for a week."

"You and I both then." Rick grinned.

"It appears so." I laughed. "Daryls been good about it. He stays with me at night while other group members hang around me during the day time. I even work at the inventory house!"

"Im glad!" Rick smiled. "So, am I allowed to ask?"

I rolled my eyes, knowing where the conversation was heading. "Yes, Daryl and I are officially together."

Rick smirked, "Told ya he'd come around."

"Mhmm." I laughed. "You did."

Rick and I laughed for a bit before he grew serious, "Why are you down here?"

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