Escape the Walking Dead // h.s.

16

Jane's POV

When I woke the next morning, Ciara was at the foot of my bed watching me. When she looked into my open eyes now, her tears immediately began running down her face. She ran to my bedside and folded me into her embrace on the bed.

"Harry said you'd been through some shit, Jane, but I didn't think it was this kind of shit here in our camp."

Her thin fingers ran over the scabs on my face from the car accident wounds and the punches the woman gave me. My eyes were swollen from how much I cried and I could feel my limbs ache just by laying here.

"It's been taken care of..." my voice was scratchy and didn't sound like my own when I spoke.

Someone, probably Harry, must have told her all of the details about Sawyer and the two older people.

"Oh hun," she sighed and sat back on the edge of the bed holding my hand now.

"What time is it?" I asked sitting up and holding my aching head with my free hand, realizing for the first time that Harry wasn't still in bed with me.

"2 in the afternoon."

"Shit."

I was late to my shift at the kitchen today. I sighed and started roaming around my room to put clothes on.

"Jane, no one is going to be upset with you for missing one shift."

"Doesn't matter. I don't want to be in bed all day. I don't want to not help out."

"Who are you and what have you done with my Jane?"

I chuckled and then winced as my lungs and abs ached from the crying and running from yesterday's activities.

"Can we hang out later? I feel like we haven't done that in a while," I asked her while slipping into some new clothes.

"Yeah, I'd like that," she smiled and I gave her one back before exiting the room and heading to the kitchen.

By the time I walked in, lunch had been served hours ago, so I immediately went to wash the dishes. But as I got there, the only person in the kitchen still was Harry...washing the damn dishes. I sighed and watched him hover over the massive trays slaving away.

I walked up to his side and started drying them off with another rag. He twisted his head around slightly shocked at my appearance next to him.

"What are you doing here?" He asked looking at me with a smirk on his face.

"My job. What're you doing here?" I snapped back at him with a little sass.

He chuckled quietly making the two dimples pop flawlessly in his cheeks. His hands ran over the trays with a sponge and I wondered why he was taking my shift.

"Investigating food control," he narrowed his eyes and pursed his smile while looking at me for a moment. "A little birdy told me that people were wasteful here."

"Was she right?"

"Yeah," he smirked again which made my stomach swirl with anxiety. "And, how'd you sleep by the way?"

I shot my eyes up to his but he wouldn't look at me now. What was with this small talk? Since when has he ever started up small talk conversation?

"Just fine," I lied. "And you? How'd you sleep?"

"I slept good. It was kind of strange to be back in my bed."

I nodded my head and gave a small, flat smile.

"Thanks for staying," I spoke so softly that I wasn't sure he heard it, but I knew he didn't particularly like when I thanked him for things.