Three Empty Words

Chapter Eleven

"You've got me feeling strange. Cause I love to hate you so damn much. But I can't think of leaving. Cause you're what keeps me breathing." ~ Calum Hood (Bad Dreams)

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*Warning: Mild Sexual Content. Be advised*

Thea's PoV

"It's not as bad as it looks," I quickly say to Carl as he opened the car door and stared at my wounded arm and face. He didn't look at my foot, but to be fair, I hadn't looked at it either.

"Then why didn't you get out with everyone else?" he questioned. I gave him a sheepishly smile and turned my body to get out of the vehicle. Swinging my feet out of the car, Carl had to take a step to the side. I pushed off of the seats, to launch myself up to my feet. I wobbled a bit, seeing as I put all of my weight onto my good foot. Carl frowned at my stance. "You hurt your foot, too. Didn't you?"

"Maybe a little. But none of this I had any control of this time. Did you see-"

"You're worse off than my dad is. What happened?" he asked sternly. I sighed, dropping the smile from my face.

"I'll tell you once you've helped me to the infirmary. I don't feel like waiting around to let these things get infected," I promised. He nodded and slung one of my arms around his neck, and he wrapped one of his hands around my waist to help support my weight. We began hobbling to the infirmary building that wasn't too far away, thankfully. Every time we stumbled, we would laugh and joke about it.

When we entered the building, we found Rick already there getting treated. Michonne stood with him, holding his hand. Aaron was also there with Erik. Carl helped me down into a chair and brought a stool over to prop my foot up. I glanced at everyone around me. It was too quiet.

"Thanks for the help back there guys. I'm not an injured little girl or anything," I joked. Aaron snorted at my words, and Rick let out a small chuckle.

"Little my ass. The way you punch has me never wanting to make you angry," Aaron commented.

"You saw that? Was it a guy or girl? I didn't get the chance to see," I asked, a smile working its way onto my face.

"A man," Rick confirmed.

"You're kidding, right? I'm pretty sure Ron hit harder than he did," I joked. Everyone laughed except Carl and Erik, who stared on with slightly terrified faces. "Just wait until you hear about Rick and I's tag team pit fight." Carl's eye widened as he looked between his dad and I.

"I'm never letting you leave these walls again without me," he groaned. I grinned up at him, wanting to pull him down to my level and kiss him. It was sad to think that I couldn't remember the last time we had a moment together.

I pursed my lips at the thought and leaned back in the chair as I allowed Erik to wrap up my wounds properly with medicine and bandages. The worst news I received from him: I couldn't walk for at least a couple of days. In my mind, I already dismissed the order of being bedridden. Flash backs of my lying in bed from my stomach was enough to have me shivering in disgust. I could manage with some make-shift crutches and a little help from Carl.

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After a long argument with everyone in the room, I still ended up back in my bed. Well... a pile of blankets and a pillow on the floor. Still very mad at the Saviors for taking all of our mattresses. However, I wouldn't be in bed as long as Erik initially told me. Everyone scoured the infirmary and hidden away in an almost unnoticed closet, a pair of old crutches were stored.