𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 , the walking dead

[12] getting stitched up

GETTING STITCHED UP
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NOW ON THE ROAD, the group maintained a thick silence. Since their small fight in the woods against the walkers, it has been revealed that one of them had been bitten, another had busted his ankle and Maeve had been shot. To the outside eye they'd look like the walkers, hobbling while only communicating with low and painful grunts every so often. It was hard to tell whether they looked or felt worse.

The man bitten was a walking time bomb, Maeve couldn't help but keep her eye on him just waiting for the moment the life left his body and was replaced with a man eating monster. Maeve thought about offering to end it for him, it was clear he was in pain and Maeve thought he'd be better off laying down somewhere to die. She'd make sure it was quick so that he didn't have to suffer anymore than he already was. But as she let herself continue to work up the courage up to ask, she couldn't help but think of her brothers. What if it was them? Would she really want them to just lay down and die with some strangers just for the dead to come by and rip their corpse apart? No, she'd want them to at least try and get home even to just say goodbye.

So, Maeve remained silent and allowed the man to continue on his journey back to Alexandria. Still being aware of the little time he had left. She knew that Rick would have wanted her to kill the man, but this was the one thing Maeve couldn't bring herself to do. Especially when he started to talk about his wife to Michonne, how he was forcing himself to stay as composed as possible to be able to get back to her. That's when Maeve knew she really couldn't do it.

She also couldn't listen to him ramble on about his marvellous love story, she didn't like the way it was making her feel. She knew he wasn't going to make it back, she knew he wouldn't be able to see his wife again yet she wanted him too. She can't feel like that, she can't have hope for him. Not now. So, to create distance from herself she walked further ahead, speeding up just enough to end up walking alongside Milo and Glenn, who was still aiding the girl in walking. Maeve matched their pace as she walked soundlessly beside Milo.

It was silent between them, Maeve preferred it that way. It was easier to just exist in their presence than try and make an impact. In fact it was silence between everyone, the allowed the sound of the world around them to fill their absence of sound. Although Maeve could feel all the unsaid words that people were holding in, all that panic and emotions that were bubbling under the surface. Maeve could feel it.

Naturally the one to break the silence was Milo, Maeve could tell he was fighting the urge to say something by the way he was fidgeting with his knife in his hand. "You're gonna need stitches." Milo stated, glancing at Maeve and her arm that had bleed through the fabric. Blood soaked what was once Milo's sleeve and was started to slowly drip her arm that was covered in dried blood and fresh blood. Plus it was all smeared because she had been scratching at her skin every so often.

"Worry about yourself." Maeve fired at him, annoyed with him acting like he cared about her and her well-being. An hour ago he was ready to kill her and yesterday he sliced her hand open but now she needs to be cared for? Now she tells to be getting stitched up? What a jackass.

Milo rolled his eyes irritated with the blood. Despite his hatred towards her, he still knew that that arm needed attention or it will get worse. But if she was going to continue to ignore the importance of it than fine, it's not his arm. "Just tryin' ta help."

Maeve held her hand up, the one wrapped up that had red spots of blood seeping through, "You've done enough."

This time Glenn, who had been listening into, looked over and took notice of her hand. Glenn knew immediately what had happened, he didn't want to believe that Milo would do something like but considering Milo's slight anger issues and also what he did to Shane Welsh in the past, he couldn't put it past him.