FEARLESS ➳ TWD¹ [REWRITE/COMPLETED]

18 ➳ JOIN THEM

THEY kept hitting me over and over again. I had been stripped down to just a tank-top and shorts while handcuffed to a pipe.

For what I did to Negan, I was punished for it later. I slapped him, but he's letting the other Saviors beat me until I can't feel anything at all. I think that Daryl could hear the beating as, when they dragged me in front of his door and he heard me screaming.

"DON'T YOU LAY A HAND ON HER OR I'LL KILL YOU!" I had heard Daryl screaming and banging on his door from the inside. "I'LL KILL YOU!"

"You won't do shit," one unnamed Savior muttered under his breath towards Daryl.

All day long, I have been getting hit over and over again. I haven't eaten or drank anything in two days. I did not feel like I was living anymore. Even the forceful hits began to feel weaker than the last as I couldn't feel anything at all. I wasn't okay. Not even in the least.

Suddenly, the door swung open and Dwight stood there, concern written all over his face. "What the hell?!" he exclaimed and raced inside, immediately coming to my aid. I could barely see him since I had one eye closed and the somewhat open. When he noticed that I was handcuffed to the pipe, he growled and spun around. Saying to the other Saviors, "What the hell are you doing?! Get the hell out of here!"

They all growled under their breaths like a pact of wolves; nevertheless, they left one by one. When they were all gone, he faced me again and began to unlock the handcuffs. As they were the only thing holding me up, I fell down until he somehow caught me in time before I could smack the floor below.

He propped me up against the wall, kneeled down next to my limp body, until he scooped me up in his arms. Somehow, I trusted him enough to place my free hand on chest to his shoulder. "It's okay, Tess," he whispered in my dirty hair. "I'm going to take you to our doctor. You'll be okay. Just hold onto me."

I did not say anything, feeling him walking out of the room and down a couple of hallways. I wouldn't know. I couldn't see anything. I was too tired and hurt. If this is what it is going to be like if I don't join Negan, then... What's the point?

"Dr. Carson," I heard Dwight call out. "She needs to be immediately seen, please."

Wow, did Dwight just say "please"?

"Of course," Dr. Carson replied. "Sit her down here for me, please."

That is when I felt Dwight move again until I was sitting firmly on a bed of some sorts. He had to help me sit up straight because I couldn't do it on my own. Finally, I tried to open my eyes, but only one could open at the moment.

Right in front of my face, there stood a man with a flashlight, shining it in my eyes. Here was Dr. Carson, who would be the Hilltop's doctor's brother. I haven't seen him in years.

"Hello there, ma'am," he introduced, taking the light from my eyes. "I am Dr. Carson, the Sanctuary's doctor."

He probably didn't even recognize me since it had been so long.

"Her name is Tess," Dwight informed the man, suddenly keeping his distance by crossing his arms across his chest. "Is she going to be okay?"

"It's hard to tell," Carson began to tell Dwight just as he traveled to my left side, examining the welps over there. "It looks like that she may have some bruised ribs, but... She's going to need rest for the next couple of days."

"Fine, I'll have to take her back to her cell—"

"She needs a proper bed," Carson immediately countered, cutting Dwight off right in the middle. "That floor will do more damage to her injuries than good. She can stay in here on this bed for the time-being. I won't mind at all."