"Just as every cop is a criminal and all the sinners saints
As heads is tails, just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint"
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Negan waltzed into the room in his typical self-assured manner with Lucille dangling at his legs. His hair perfectly slicked back and wearing his leather jacket.
"Looks like sleeping beauty finally woke up," he grinned at Grace which made her to roll her eyes.
It disgusted her to know Negan's arms were the ones that she fell into when writhing in pain in that cell. And that he was also responsible for getting her better. He was no damn altruist. It was just another thing that he now had over her.
He shifted his attention to Alden. Negan cocked his head and narrowed his stare. "Aldey boy! What the hell are you doing here?"
"Dr. Carson's busy at the infirmary." Alden explained. "He asked if I could bring over some meds, check her stitches."
Negan raised his brows, "he did, huh? And what the hell do you," he pointed at him with his wired bat, "know about any of that shit?"
"I know enough, sir."
"Wrong answer."
"He knows a lot," Grace interjected, exchanging looks with Alden, whose eyes were grateful.
Negan chuckled. "Well, certainly not more than my fucking doctor! Who, by the way, just pissed the fuck off of Lucille. It's gonna take me hours to calm her down."
He swung the bat onto his shoulder, biting on his bottom lip, and made his way over to Alden. He stopped in front of him and stared him down. It made Grace sick knowing that he wanted people to feel like he could take their life away in a second. All whilst beaming with a fucking smile.
"Alden. Fuck off." Negan said, motioning his head to the door.
Alden nodded and put two fingers to his temple, giving Negan a casual salute before walking to the door, "sir." He shot Grace a smile which she returned.
When Alden left, Grace was left standing there alone with Negan. Her fist still clenched and harbouring her last ditch effort.
"Carson got you all fixed up! How you doing, sweetheart?" He asked and walked up to her slowly, with a smirk coming to his lips. Grace didn't respond. "I believe a little thank you is in order."
"I'm not thanking you for shit."
Negan chuckled, studying Grace's face. "Aren't you just a ball of fuckin' joy? Shit, lighten up." His body turned to face the room and he motioned with his bat-wielding arm, "this is your new room! Do you like it?"
