Jordan Taylor › Rick Grimes F.F

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Chapter Thirty-Six // {jordan's pov}

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I strode back into my hospital room in the search for any weapons. I did have a bow and a knife that was in my boot before. I looked all around my room in search of my bow, probably the hardest weapon to use in my situation but I would take anything right now.

No sign of the bow.

I frantically glanced around the room for my boot and noticed them next to the bedside table. I sighed in relief and made my way over to them, certain that I would find the precious weapon. I checked the left boot, where it usually is and it was empty.

Empty.

I frowned and checked the other boot. Also, empty. I cursed furiously and threw the boot towards the wall. It bounced straight off and landed right back in front of me. I pulled off the converse Noah had given me and I placed them under the bed. I put my feet in my favourite boots. It was the only piece of clothing I had from before. They must've thought that if I still had my other clothes in here, I'd remember something. They weren't completely stupid. But still stupid enough to not of let Noah know of my 'memory loss.'

I decided to check Dawn's office for my knife or bow. Mainly my knife. I didn't want to lose that.

I quietly stepped towards the door and pried it open. The same cold air invited me into the hallway. I glanced now both ways to check if anyone was watching, luckily, it was empty, like my boots were.

I silently made my way down to Dawn's office -- which was about 3 hallways away. On the whole way there, I bumped into nobody at all, which was surprising. I opened up the door of her office and peered in. There was no one inside. Everyone must've been out. I sighed with relief and stepped into the room. I closed the door quietly behind me.

This was once a doctor's office...

My eyes immediately scanned the room for my bow but I came up empty handed. I checked around for my knife. I pulled open a few draws on her desk but there was nothing but junk and random unnecessary shit. I moved over to the shelf and as soon as I looked at the first shelf, I saw it. The light shined off of the blade, making a smile form on my features. My small hand wrapped around the handle.

It felt good to hold onto something that represented so much for me. I holstered the knife and left the office immediately, acting as if I had always just been wandering around the hospital. 

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"I can convince Dawn to allow us both out and search my old apartment for anything of use. She used to look up to me so, I might be able to use that to my advantage," I told Noah quietly as he sweeped the floor. It made me cringe, seeing him do such an activity that doesn't need to be done anymore.

He glanced up at me while still sweeping, "sounds good to me but, when are we going to do this?"

Before I could answer, Dawn shoved the door open, making me jump.

"We have guests. They're saying that .... we have a patient that they want to see, but we're strictly told to allow no one inside. Jordan, just be confident around these people and let me sort it out. If things go wrong, I need you there by my side," Dawn lied.

"Why are you sorting it all out? Wouldn't it be better if Lamson did it?" I acted clueless. She shook her head, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Uh.. The... head doctor told me the exact way to handle this situation," she explained with a short stutter. The need to roll my eyes was real.