These Awkward Moments

Chapter 26 The Meeting

Delilah's POV
I went into the kitchen to make coffee and was just pouring a cup when I heard a light knock on the door. I went to the door taking my first sip.

Michonne stood on the front porch and sighed when she saw it was me that answered the door. "Oh good. I was hoping I wouldn't wake the whole household. I need you to come with me."

I looked at her in concern. "Ok. It's not Rick is it? He hasn't tried walkin' on that leg has he?"

She shook her head. "No. It's our prisoner, Negan. You'll need a bag with supplies to stitch a wound."

I nodded. "Ok, but let me wake Roe ta let him know to listen for Mercy. And what type a wound and where on his body is the wound? I'll need ta know what type a suture ta throw into my bag."

She scowled. "It's on his forearm. And it's... a katana wound." She looked towards the floor.

"Oh. Ok. Well I'll be right back." I was already dressed in jeans and my Lynyrd Skynyrd t-shirt. I went into Roe's room and woke him up to let him know what was going on. He got out of bed and went to my room to lay back down so he would wake up if Mercy made any noise. "If she wakes up hungry, just feed her some oatmeal to hold her until I get back. Not sure how long this'll take." He nodded sleepily.

Michonne and I stopped next door at the infirmary to pick up my bag and fill it with supplies. She told me how deep the wound was and how much blood he was losing. I filled the bag with extra gauze and bandages in addition to the instruments and suture I thought I might need.

She led the way to the community "jail" that consisted of one cell in the basement of a house. As we walked she told me what had happened with Negan. She had taken him some breakfast. As she bent down to slide the tray into the opening in the bars, he grabbed a handful of dreads and pulled her face into the bars. She acted mostly on instinct, grabbing her katana and slicing downward on his arm. "I'm just glad I stopped myself before I cut his whole hand off." She shook her head.

We stopped and grabbed Morgan to go with us for extra protection in case Negan tried anything else. We went down the stairs. Negan was laying on his bed with his bloody arm raised and wrapped in a rag that Michonne had tossed him before coming to get me. He was moaning as we entered.

Michonne walked towards the door. "Negan, I'm going to open the door now so the doctor can stitch you up. I'm going to be inside the cell with her, and Morgan will be outside the cell. If you try anything else, one of us will kill you. Understand?"

He nodded his head, but still didn't look up. Michonne unlocked the door and we walked towards him. "Mr. Negan? My name is Delilah Casey. I'm the doctor here. I'm gonna look at your arm now, ok?"

Negan looked up at me and his eyes flew open in shock. "Well where the fuck did they get a fine fucking doctor like you? And how the fuck did I not know about you? Ol' Rick's been fucking holding out on me, huh Michonne?"

Michonne smirked and looked at me. "Almost makes you wish he'd go back to moaning again, doesn't it?"

I chuckled and began to unwind the rag from his left forearm. Michonne stood at the head of the bed with her katana drawn. "Actually, we came very close ta meetin' after that last fight at the Hilltop when you required medical attention. But I took care of Rick's leg while Dr. Carson closed your neck wound."

Negan shifted onto his side as I unwound his makeshift dressing. Michonne lowered her katana to his neck with his movement. "Just trying to get fucking comfortable here Samurai." He held up his right hand in innocence. Michonne pulled back the katana again.

Unfortunately this also put him in a position to look straight at me. "This is just sterile water to flush out your wound" I warned, holding up a plastic bottle. I set an empty plastic bucket under his arm, and began to pour the water over the gash in his arm.