❛ now daryl, daryl was gray. he always seemed to be bitter and emotionless with no other dimensions to himself; his mere presence was the only one. gray was intriguing, almost acting like an acquired taste, but it had the potential to be beautiful t...
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sixty seven.
I lurched forward, vomit flying out of my mouth and into the sink. I gagged on the taste of it, sending myself into a coughing fit as the acid burned my throat like a few weeks ago. I closed my eyes, more vomit spilling out of my mouth while my stomach churned. I groaned as I tried to steady myself against the counter, my whole body feeling weak with sickness.
"Get away from me," I sputtered at Negan whose hand was positioned on my lower back. He hushed me, running his hand over my head like he actually gave a shit about me.
"C'mon, Doctor Carson can take a look at you." He held out his hand.
"I'm fine," I growled, pushing him away from me. "Just leave me alone."
"Look, I'm not gonna watch you spit up your insides all day. Let's go," he demanded. I I glared at his hand, a cold sweat washing over me. I reluctantly slid my hand into it and he led me to the door. Walking to the office was hell. All I wanted to do was lay down. It felt like someone was punching me in the stomach with every step I took. When Doctor Carson saw us, he quickly kneeled. "Thank you. As you were." Negan nodded for him to stand up. The doctor rose to his feet. "Carson, my girl has been vomiting everywhere and I was wondering if you could take a look at her while I go check on one of my supply trucks that should be arriving shortly."
"Yes, sir. I'll take good care of her," Doctor Carson promised.
"You're a damn fine man, Carson," Negan bellowed happily as he exited the room. I sighed, finally relaxing at the absence of his presence. The doctor turned to me and gave me a faint smile.
"Other than nausea and vomiting, are there any other issues you've been having," he inquired. I began to think back to when I felt like shit even before today.
"My stomach's been a little crazy for a while. I've just ignored it."
"Any soreness at all?"
"My back kind of," I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. I didn't know if it was because that guy kicked the shit out of my back after Negan and Rick came back in the RV or if it was because of how much I was tossing and turning every night.
"How's your sleep?"
"I wake up a few times every night," I admitted. "And sometimes it's hard to go back to sleep... I just have a lot on my mind." Doctor Carson grabbed something from inside one of the drawers. He turned around and handed me a pregnancy test. My heart sank.
"I'm gonna need you to take this," he said in a hushed tone. I was at a loss for words.
"W-what? Why? I—"
"It's just a precaution. It's really hard to try and diagnose pregnancy these days so I would like you to test yourself just so we can cross that off before we continue with the examination. I'll step out for a few minutes while you do that, alright?"
