Peaches - Part 2

Just one time

To Blake the world was dark.

It felt now like she was floating in a world, half in consciousness, half in a distant dream-world.

Around her, she could hear movement...footsteps...and voices...all of them familiar, and yet for some reason she could not remember who they belonged to.

"I swear, she just collapsed-"

"BULLSHIT, when I find out what you've done to her, you spineless motherfu-"

"I swear to you, please, I didn't do anything, I wouldn't-"

Blake gave a frown, the voices far too loud, right at this moment.

The voices hushed suddenly, the shadow of a figure leaning in close shifting over her closed eyelids.

"Peaches?" came a low and gruff voice in her ear. "You hear me, Darlin'?"

Blake scrunched her brows further at the intrusion of her personal space.

"Keep the noise down..." she murmured, a small huff escaping her her lips, as a large hand brushed its way over her cheek.

"Blake," came the voice again, sounding like it was trying to coax her awake.

But, wait, why was she asleep? Wasn't it the middle of the day? Just a moment ago she had been out in the garden talking to Brandon.

Frowning deeply again, Blake pulled her thoughts back to the present, wincing a little as she blearily opened her eyes.

It took her a moment to focus, seeing the familiar face of Negan hovering over her.

"Negan?" the blonde woman croaked out.

A look of utter relief seemed to wash over the Saviour's face at her words, as Blake confused by what had happened pushed herself up onto her elbows looking around.

To her surprise she found herself in the rec room on the ground floor, lying across one of the squashy leather sofas.

Negan was standing before her, and just a little way behind him was Brandon who currently had both his arms twisted up behind his back by Dwight, who looked to be in the process of leading him off somewhere.

"What happened? What's going on?" Blake asked feeling herself panicking a little as her green eyes searched the room again. "Is Mia ok?"

Negan's brow at once furrowed as he cupped Blake's cheek.

"He kid's fine, Peaches. But you ain't," he muttered in a growling voice. "Brandon here says you just collapsed."

Negan's dark eyes searched hers.

"That what happened, Darlin'?" he continued flashing a deadly look back over his shoulder at the detained Brandon.. "'Cause if it ain't-"

But Blake shook her head.

"Brandon didn't do anything," she said honestly. "I-I don't know what happened, one minute we were talking, and the next minute.."

Blake trailed off, pulling herself up into a sitting position and shooing Negan's hand away.

"I'm fine," said reassured him. "I must have just not eaten enough today.

In all honesty Blake hadn't had much of an appetite of late, blanching at the mere sight of what Mia had on her plate most days.

She had probably just worked herself too hard in the garden on an empty stomach.

Negan opened his mouth to reply, but before he could say anything, the door was flung open and Dr Carson appeared carrying a black medical case, looking slightly harassed.