Penance (Book One): Daryl Dixon x Sage Wilson

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     I hated to admit it, but I hated seeing her in such a fragile state. It just meant more work for me. I was so used to her being so head strong, physically able, and not weak. I was used to seeing her shoot her mouth around the room and give a dumbass comment rather than squirm in pain and fear. I just can't handle weak people. But then again, all I did was grow up seeing weak people.

     It still infuriated me. That night with Shane at the CDC. A part of me felt like I needed to tell the others. Maybe get him the hell out of here. A part of me wanted to strangle him while the other part of me wanted to slowly watch him die a painful death. I imagine his fingers on her skin, that night I walked in. How her eyes were full of fear as she froze. How her fear turned into anger as soon as it ended. And I hated to think about it because why care about this girl anyway? There wasn't one damn thing or reason.

     Hell, who would even lay hands on a woman anyways? It wasn't the fact he touched her, I didn't care... it was the fact that I had seen too much of that shit in my life again to let it slide.

     I sit at the table, spooning the same old soup into my mouth for the hundredth time. It was good, but it sure was getting repetitive. I press the right side of my head, feeling the raw skin peel away at the bandages. Sage and I should have switched places. She was trying to help my dumbass while I was set on some damn doll. Girl might just be head at this point anyways.

     I look next to me, seeing a steaming bowl of soup where Sage would usually sit. Everyone was sitting in silence, digesting today's events. Carol was holding on tight to the doll we found, and the Grimes family kept making weird glances towards Shane. There was a lot of tension; and I was not going to be here for it.

     I stand up, tipping the bowl into my mouth and slurping the remainders of the soup. I then grab Sage's bowl, and look to everyone.

     "I'm gonna bring Sage her dinner." I turn slowly and head up the old stairs, avoiding everyone's awkwardness.

     I put my hand on the doorknob, twisting it and revealing a sight that made me want to hurl.

     "What the fuck are you doing in here?" Shane was standing over the bed, talking to Sage who seemed disinterested, scared, but pissed.

     Shane looks to me, holding his hands up. I set the bowl down, immediately getting into his face. I feel my teeth grind hard and my fists were clenched.

     "I've already told you once. Come around her again and I'll fucking ring your neck." Even though the prick was taller than I was, he still stood no match for me. He was as weak as he seemed.

   Shane states at me, slowly backing up. "Alright, man chill.. I was just talking to her"

     "Talking my ass. I will throw this goddamn bowl at you if you do not leave the fuck now!" Sage raises her voice, siting up. Within seconds, Shane was out of the room.

     I look over to the girl, seeing her hurled over on the bed with her right hand placed on her side. Her face was scrunched in pain, and her breathing was labored. Through the bandages you could see the red slowly start to bleed through the coating of bandages.

     "You popped a stitch or so. Eat and I'll let Hershel know." I turn around about to leave, but instead I feel a hand on my arm.

     "Can you just stay in here with me? You're the only person I can tolerate right now and I already hate it." She grimaces as her eyes shut.

     "Fine. But eat." She nods slowly, as I hand her the warm bowl. She sets it on her lap and breathes out as she tries to pick up the spoon. Her hands were shaking, and I could just feel my tolerance grow thin. I really could not watch this any longer.

     "We need to tell 'em." I say.

     She looks at me, shaking her head rapidly. "No. We don't." She takes a bite, leaning back.

     "Why the hell not?" I start to feel myself boil up inside, trying to understand her reasoning.

     She looks to me, a smirk trying to grow on her face. "The day will come where he's going to get what he fucking deserves. And I'm going to be there for it. I don't need Rick or some other Pansy doing my work."

     I raise my eyebrows, a little bewildered at her response. Wilson had a darker side; whether it be from her past or not, I wasn't sure. That night in the woods before the camp got raided she was telling me a bit about her past. But I shut her down because it sounded a little too much like mine in a different context.

      "I'm gonna get Hershel." Unsure of what to say, I had to leave the room. There was no way I could stay in there with that girl and reason with her.