Destruction ||| Glenn Rhee (BEING REWRITTEN TO OC)

64 ~ Try

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So I took my medication and I poured my trauma out

On some sad-eyed middle aged man's overpriced new leather couch

And we argued about Jesus, finally found some middle ground

I said "I'm cured"

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The man is struggling beneath them.

Rosanna feels lightheaded as her, Glenn, and Sasha hold down a man named Henry. They need to put a tube in his throat to help him breathe.

Hershel is shoving it into his mouth.

Sasha is sweaty. Glenn is out of breath. Rosanna coughs up blood.

Hershel nods toward the red liquid. "Drink some of that. All of you."

Sasha hands it to Rose first. She sips it down. Sasha goes next. Then Glenn.

Hershel huffs. "Some council meeting, huh?"

Sasha tilts her head. "We're two members short."

"I think we should make some new rules before they get back. I hereby declare we have spaghetti Tuesdays every Wednesday. First we have to find some spaghetti." Hershel says.

Rosanna laughs, which turns into a cough. 

He turns to Sasha. "You okay to take over?" She nods.

He hands her the bag attached to the tube. "Every five to six seconds, squeeze. You start feeling lightheaded, grab somebody else to take over. We'll take it in shifts."

He looks over at Rosanna. "Want to help me make my rounds?"

"Yeah."

Glenn motions toward the bag. "How long will that keep him alive?"

"As long as we're willing to do it. As long as it takes."

Inside the cell block, it's dark. Scattered light shines through the windows at the top of the building. Hershel holds a lantern as they walk down the stairs.

They walk to an open cell and see one of their people, dead. Rosanna reaches for her small knife, but Hershel stops her. "Not here."

He grabs a stretcher and wheels it in. "Help me get him on this."

She sighs. "In a couple of hours, when Henry is dead-"

"Rose." He warns.

She continues. "How are we gonna get his body down the stairs, across the cell block and through those doors without anyone noticing?"

"If that happens, and I mean if, you're gonna help me."

She swallows but her mouth is dry. "What if I'm gone?"

"Shut up."

She sighs. "I'm serious. I'm not doing too good. I know you see it."

He dismisses it, glancing at the man laying down behind her. "Help me get him on this."

She does and they cover him up, wheeling him out the block. Suddenly Lizzie walks up. "What are you doing?"

Hershel limps up to her and feels her head. "Taking Mr. Jacobson to a quieter place. Do me a favor. Get my book from my cell. I want you to read it by tonight. We all got jobs to do. That one's yours."

"I won't finish it."

"Why?"

"It'll be too dark."

He pats her shoulder. "Give it a try. And drink some tea." She nods and walks off.