The following day during the afternoon shift at the infirmary all hell broke loose when Negan came bursting through the door half carrying half dragging one of his men as he yelled for the doctor. Sky quickly cleared a bed for him and Negan dropped him down as he tried to catch his breath, running a blood stained hand over his salt and pepper beard.
"What happened?" Chris asked.
"We were fucking ambushed by some mother fuckers on our way back from a supply collection" Negan said angrily. "Johnny here took a bullet to the shoulder, lost a lot of blood... god damn mother fuckers!" he growled as he pounded his fist on the table.
"I'd hate to be the guys who ambushed you" one of the interns spoke up.
"Damn fucking right you would, every single last one of those fuckers is dead!" Negan growled startling the intern who hadn't intended to say that out loud.
The doctor began to assess the bullet wound and barked out orders to the interns to get him supplies as he administered a sedative. Sky watched on quietly waiting to be given a task. Chris opened Johnny's wound up as the sedation began to kick in, he made quick work of digging out the bullet and began trying to locate the source of bleeding while one of the interns mopped the blood away for him.
"Sky, I need you to clamp this artery" Chris called out to her, and as she started towards him she felt a hand on her arm holding her back and she turned to see Negan looking at her before his gaze turned to Chris.
"Doc, I'm gonna need her... get the intern to do it" he ordered as he nodded towards the other intern holding the tray of surgical instruments.
"Ok, Sam you're up. Get that clamp and grab onto this right here" he said as he tried to show him what he was holding on to with is fingers.
Negan looked back to Sky, still holding on her arm he said "You... with me" as he nodded to the next room and pulled her through the door locking it behind him. She was very confused and a little worried about what was going on but she kept her facial expression neutral.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Negan groaned as he began to undo his leather jacket with his back to her. He tossed it aside and turned back to her and she suddenly realized what he needed from her. He was hurt too, but he hadn't let it show. Blood had soaked through his white t-shirt around his lower abdomen and there was a tear in the shirt that appeared to be from a knife.
"You were stabbed!?" Sky asked in shock.
"Mother fucker got me with a fucking hunting knife. You believe that?" he said, almost laughing. "Fucking little bastard" he cursed.
"Ok umm... s-sit down" Sky instructed as she grabbed some supplies off the shelf next to her and he did as he was told.
She approached slowly and stood in front of him for a moment before reaching down to the hem of his shirt never breaking eye contact with him as she began to slide the fabric up his body. Negan smirked at her with his charmingly smug grin. "Taking my clothes off already? You haven't even bought me dinner yet" he chuckled as he reveled in the blush the crept over her face.
"I-I gotta assess your injury s-somehow" she stuttered a little nervously.
"Be my guest darlin'" he said with a smile.
He couldn't help but notice that he hands were trembling a little, so he helped her out by lifting it over his head and tossing the garment aside, thinking it would be easier for her to work with it out of the way completely. Her breath caught as she took in the view of a shirtless Negan sitting on the bed before her. His body was slim, but toned and muscular and his chest was dusted with hair. His pants sat low on his hips and she surveyed the way the v of his abdominal muscles dipped below the waistband. She could feel her cheeks warming at the sight of him and willed herself to focus on his wound and stop checking him out.
