Little Rhee (A Walking Dead fanfiction) *Under Editing*

Chapter 22

"What the hell happened?" I asked.

"I fell and got cut." He told me.

"Lemme see it." I grabbed his arm.

Ron winced and lifted his arm for me to look at it. I lifted his sleeve. The cut was deep and wide. It looked like it could have possibly cut into a muscle.

"Oh my God." I gasped.

"I don't want Denise to do it. She'll make it worse." He looked at me.

"Well, it needs cleaning. I'll need peroxide and I can suture it for you. If it tore into the muscle it'll take surgery. I'll stitch it up for now and if it tore into the muscle we'll figure it out. We don't have the supplies to do surgery now." I told him getting up.

I grabbed a bottle of peroxide, a needle, thread, and bandages. When I got back to the stairs, Ron was up against the wall. His eyes were closed and he had a tight grip on his arm.

"Ron." I said, "Are you okay?"

His eyes fluttered open. I sat down next to him and lightly grabbed his arm. I pulled the peroxide out and took off the lid.

"This is gonna suck." I whispered.

"Which part?" He asked, smirking.

"All of it." I said, before quickly pouring the peroxide on the cut.

He started to scream so I put my hand over his mouth. The peroxide started to dry and I threaded the needle. Ron's eyes got wide and he tried to back away. I grabbed his foot and pulled him back down.

"If I don't suture it, it'll get infected. That could kill you."

"You are NOT sticking that needle in my arm!" He looked at the cut.

I gripped his arm and squeezed it. He jumped.

"Stop moving." I looked him dead in the eyes.

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We're all gathered in the infirmary. A small tap on the door startled us all. I jumped up and whipped my bow off my back. I got it loaded just when the door opened. Everyone else stood behind me, looking defenseless. Carol was in front and Deanna was behind her. I put my bow down, closed the door, and turned to the helpless idiots behind me.

"Are you really so weak, vulnerable, so USELESS?" I spit.

They looked at the floor, ashamed. I huffed and went to check on Ron. He was sleeping on a gurney upstairs. I slid down the wall and held my head in my hands.