Dealing With The Devil

8

"Samantha.. Really I'm fine. Please stop worrying. " She uttered for what felt like the millionth time. After spending nearly week in the infirmary she was beginning to grow extremely restless. Although her wrist was still confined to the soft cast she had her right hand to pass around plates and cups. But Samantha was acting like an overly worried mother.

"Nat.. You almost died! Of course I'm gonna worry. You aren't fully like okay now. Please go lay down. We've got this. I don't think Negan would be upset about you not working yet. " Samantha responded as she quickly scooped portions of potatoes onto the plates for people getting ready for dinner. At the mention of Negan she sighed turning to hide the expression on her face.

As soon as she had gotten back to her room from the infirmary there was a bouquet of flowers in a clear vase beside her bed. A little note attached reading.  Told you so. Knowing immediately Negan had somehow sent them. Of course when Philip saw them she covered saying the kitchen girls had sent them.

"Yeah. He's probably still working on making sure things like that won't happen again.. " She muttered softly, setting some of the cups aside she'd managed to fill with water.  Samanthas expression grew more serious as she looked at her.

"I'm sure if you didn't go tomorrow no one would notice. I don't want to myself but he's making everyone watch. " Samantha shrugged knowing when Negan made an example of someone, everyone had to watch. Not just for a lesson but to remember he was in charge. She just shook her head slowly as she flashed a small smile at her friend.

"Sam. Calm down okay? I'll go lay down, see you later. " She waved at her before leaving the bustling kitchen. Walking through the empty hallways to her bedroom. Huffing as she laid down and kicked off her boots. Reaching over to take one of the pain pills she'd been allowed. Closing her eyes and falling into a peaceful sleep. She was awoken by someone knocking on her door, glancing at the small clock she'd gotten seeing it'd been an hour.

"Come in.. " She muttered sitting up and rubbing her eyes. Figuring it'd just be Philip checking on her for the thousandth time. But as soon as the door opened the light was blocked out by Negans broad shoulders.

"Well hey sleeping beauty. " He chuckled as he stepped in, closing the door behind him as he sat down a tray of food. It being larger than the normal portions people got. Nudging it towards her. "...Eat. Blondie said you didn't fucking eat so I got an extra tray.." She looked at him slightly shocked, glancing to the hefty portion of food then back to him. Shaking her head once.

"No thanks. I don't have the points for all that. " She muttered pushing it back which made him frown.

"It doesn't fucking cost you anything. You won't get back on your fucking feet if you don't eat. Especially with those.. " He nodded to the pain pills on her beside. Before tilting his head back to her eyeing the bandage covering the wound on her forehead.
"How's it fucking feeling? Still having headaches? " He questioned with some seemingly genuine concern. For a moment she lost herself in his soft eyes, seeing that he was actually concerned for a brief second.

"Oh it still hurts a little. But no headaches lately. " She lied of course, if she stood up too fast or something it'd began throbbing and she'd have to sit down. But she forced a smile to satisfy him. In return he smirked lightly.

"Good..Because I fucking swear without you in the damned kitchen the shit is a lot fucking saltier. Bleh. " He grumbled glancing at her left arm then to the flowers on her bedside. The smirk returning as it stretched from ear to ear. Her cheeks instantly turning bright red, to busy herself she picked up the fork and began eating. Knowing with that she'd be less inclined to talk to him. Ignoring the butterflies in her stomach. This wasn't some high school crush, why did she let herself react this way around him? As he turned his attention back to her she swallowed hard the mouthful of food before taking a gulp of water.