𝓟𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓭† negan✔[Complete]

𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖.

I sobbed, gripping the edge of the tub with my bloody hand, letting it slip down as I curled in a ball on the tiles. This was my fault. My vision was finally clearing as the blackness faded out. I sit up as footsteps approach, smoothing back my wild hair with the same bloody hand. It had been a very long two days without Negan around.

"He's looking for you." It was Arat. I had my back to the door, "Shit. What did you do?" She came into the bathroom carefully staying her distance. I look up at her as she peered into the tub. Her hand flew to her mouth as she gasped at the sight, "fucking shit!"

"You wouldn't understand." I hear myself say, grabbing the edge of the once white tub in an attempt to hoist myself onto my feet. My hand slips, backed by all my weight I hit my nose on edge, blood gushing.

I had gone into a daze after I left the hospital. Blacked out in an adrenaline-rushed haze. I couldn't see straight for a few days. Who knows what else happened while I was out. It was the result of my body being medication free. It was the reason why I started doing cocaine. To numb myself out so I wouldn't get into this kind of trouble. The urges were there, I should have been institutionalized the moment they knew. Yet, they relied on some new drug that would make me 'normal'. It did just that, only, they didn't anticipate how strongly the thoughts came back when I was sober.

"You need to get the hell out of here." Arat helped me stand, almost dragging me out of the blood puddle, and into the living room, "fuck. Don't let him see you tracking blood all over the wood floors." She took me to the backyard, turning on the hose and spraying me down like an inmate. I gasp for air, trying my best to deflect the water. I turn my back, falling on my ass when the ground became mud.

"Watch yourself, bitch." I snap, as she turned off the hose. Wiping my face, I glare Arat down who just smirked at me, "I think I broke my nose." I feel the bridge of my still bleeding nose. Nope, just dislocated it.

"He's awake." She tells me as if I would forget what she had done to me just now.

"I fucking heard you the first time." I stand up. It's not that I didn't want to see Negan, it's that I already killed him once, and put him in a slight coma. I didn't need to see his face and feel even worse about it.

"I'll get someone to dump this girls body." Arat told me as we headed into the house, which was already being cleaned, "he'll be out when you discharge him. So, get your ass into gear and go down to the hospital."

I rolled my eyes, going into the bathroom in Negans room. I stop short of a picture of him and Lucille on their wedding day. She was beautiful. Her brown eyes were so full of adoration for Negan, and his smile was huge. It was a picture perfect moment, and he looked handsome in a tux, I wouldn't lie. Scoffing, I slam down the frame and go to get dressed. This was my house now.

"Are you finished?" Arat came in as I finished brushing out my hair, "you clean up nice."

"Are you flirting with me, Arat? Because I already have a side bitch." I dust off the front of my black skinny jeans, fixing the shirt I stole out of Negans dresser. Arat just rolled her eyes, following me down the steps to watch me put on my Vans. When she finally got me to stop stalling and into the truck, I choked up at the sight of the hospital.

"I don't know why this is such a big deal for you. He's alive." Arat told me, "don't make me carry you in."

Negan was alive, but she wasn't there. She didn't know how painful it was to stand over his body. I knew that one day, being a doctor, I was going to have to do this sort of thing. But, it was hard to even come to grips after. Especially for me. How I was able to stand in a surgery room when I was mentally unable, was something they very much overlooked every time.

"Get yourself together. Are you sure you went into the right profession?" Arat made me jolt, "Because you're a pathetic mess over nothing!" I blink. I was a pathetic mess over everything and she wouldn't come close to knowing even an inch of it.

"Don't fucking yell at me, or so help me God, I will gut you like a fish." I snapped, making her step back from the passenger door. I drop out of the truck, slamming the door shut, "I like being a doctor, for your information. You weren't there, Arat. You don't understand. You're just a thug." I brush past her, walking across the parking lot towards the front doors of the hospital.

"Dr. Thompson, you're back." Dr. Carson smiled at me, walking over with a stack of files.

"Well, yeah. My boyfriend is here." I tell him, making Carson cringe, "bad taste in your mouth?" I asked him as we walked.

"Negan," he cleared his throat, "isn't the nicest person here." He said softly, "he's not anyone's favorite person either. He's got an ego."

"Yeah," I smiled to myself, "probably why I love him." I feel my face heat up at my words. Dr. Carson hands me a file as I slow down in front of Negans room.

"Just, be careful. I know it's been a while since you've been home, but Negan has everyone in a tight grip in his hands." Dr. Carson says, "you grew up here, he didn't. You know better."

"But I don't want to know better, Dr. Carson." I look at him, "I like doing bad things because I can." With that, I opened the door and let myself in.

"Nurse? Is that fucking you? I've been waiting for my wife. Where the fuck is she?" Negan barked from behind the curtain. I chuckled. He was more lively than ever.

"Wife?" I scoot back the ghastly curtain and smile at him. His brown eyes light up, followed by a smile, "you're looking good, honey." I take him into my arms, "it's good to see your eyes."

"My eyes?" Negan slapped my ass, "it's good to see you." He pulled me on top of him, making me laugh, "where have you been?" he kissed my neck.

"Hey, I have to check your vitals!" I find myself straddling him aside from my protest against him holding me in place.

"I'll give you something vital." He lifted his hips against me, pulling me in closer.

"You're heart monitor is picking up." I whisper against his lip, "you're going to make a nurse come in here." I bite my lip as the monitor spikes up after I kissed him. I remove myself from his lap, clearing my throat as a doctor and a nurse came rushing in like he was going into cardiac arrest.

"Are you okay?" The nurse asked him, bringing our her stethoscopes to listen to his heartbeat. I snickered as Negan glared at me. I grabbed his charts, noting that everything was just perfect.

"Just, more than excited to see my wife again is all." Negan tells her, winning her over with a dimpled smile. I cleared my throat, making her look at me and then leave. No woman was going to openly swoon over my man with me in the room and live.

"Is that how you've been getting your way in here?" I asked Negan, "seducing the staff?" I sit at the edge of the bed, looking down at the blood that had dried under my nails. I curl my fingers into my palm before he could notice.

"Among other things." Negan chuckled, "when can I get the hell out of here yet?" He asked.

"As soon as your paperwork clears." I smiled at him, getting up, "which I should go do." I pressed my lips together and exit the room, "he's all yours." I tell Arat before heading towards the nurse's station.

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