The Saviors (WILL NOT CONTINUE)

Chapter 6. Check Up

Reagan's POV:
       I stepped into the room as the scent of chemicals and overall cleanliness washed over me. " Can I help you?" Asked who I assumed to be Dr. Carson. He had short brown hair that was beginning to grey, and looked to be in his mid to late 40s.
        " Yeah, um my wrist and palm got cut and Negan said he'd use his... points? To get it stitched up." I stuttered.
        " Oh, well I'm Dr. Emmett Carson, but around here most just call me Dr. Carson." He held out his hand for me to shake. I glanced at it and held out my injured one. " Oh my..." Dr. Carson said, gently grasping my arm. " This is very, very, bad. I need you to come sit here so I can start operating on this as soon as possible," He said, leading me towards the leather dentist-esque chair in the center of the room. I sat in the uncomfortable seat as he started gathering supplies from one of his several medical cabinets. He grabbed a small bottle labeled "Midazolam" and grasped a needle. The abrupt sound of banging on the door frame cut through the air like a knife. Dr. Carson was shocked by this and dropped the glass bottle as its contents coated the floor. I looked to the doorframe and saw the asshole with Daryl's crossbow. " Dwight!" Dr. Carson yelled angrily. " That was the last of our anesthetic, this woman is going to have to get stitches without it," What?! I thought
       " I can't do this without anesthetic!" I yelled fury coating my words. "What do you want anyway, Dwight." I questioned.
        " I was going to ask Carson for some bandages," Dwight stated glaring at me.
         " Just grab some and pay me later, this matter is of the upmost importance currently," Carson says, whilst rushing to the side of the chair, " Do you need anything else before we get started?" He questioned.
          " Whiskey." I stated dryly. Carson pointed to Dwight and gave him a nod. Dwight then proceeded to rush down the halls in search of some whiskey. Several minutes later he returned grasping a bottle of whiskey. I took one big swig before wiping my mouth, " Let's do this s**t," I said.
          * Time Skip*

       Finally. It was all over, no more screaming, or gritting teeth. I leaned my head back and let my long red curls spill over the seat. It had taken a few hours or so, but the process was worth it, or at least that's what Carson said. Small drops of crimson blood seeped through the white bandages wrapping my wrist. I closed my eyes, taking in all of the things that had just occured. Heavy footsteps echoed throughout the hall making their way closer and closer.
          " How's it goin' Doctor," A deep, slightly raspy voice boomed. I opened my eyes again. Negan. " Oh would you look at this, little miss fireball. What're you doin' here?" I glared at him and held up my mummified wrist. "Remember this?" He glanced at it and snapped his fingers.
      " Oh yeah," He stated, dragging out the 'yeah'. " News flash for you by the way, you're gonna stay here until that s**t heals."
    " What?!" I yelled. His face molded into a smirk.

•A/N~ Hey guys, GoTSharksandTWD here, I really wanted to focus on Reagan this chapter because things have been very centered around Regina lately. Anyways, feel free to voice your opinion in the comment section, im always looking for ways to improve, also I would be so happy if you guys were to vote on my story! PS I'll start the new chapter once I hit 700 reads.
~ GoTSharksandTWD •