Candy Shop - Negan -

Chapter 7

Alexis heard many things around her, but her eyelids just wouldn't open. Her throat was so dry and whenever she tried to say something, coughs were the only thing coming out.

She probably hit her head when she fell. The bloodless added to that and now her head was spinning, her mind slower than usual which annoyed the hell out of her.

"Who's in there, Sy?"

How did Negan get here? Oh no, they drove somewhere. Simon had carried her inside the truck and talked to her the whole way. Wherever they were now.

A thousands thoughts raced through Alexis' mind but she couldn't really grasp them.

"Boss, um, listen, it's..."

Negan immediately interrupted his right hand man.

"I don't have time for this freakin' shit..."

The truck's door opened fully. No light blinded her sensitive eyes, so it must already be dark outside. How long had she been in here?

"What the fuck is she doin' here?"

She must look pretty horrible. The arrow still stuck in her thigh, the bleeding wound under her ribs was just covered by a makeshift bandage. She was stained with blood. It was in a sickening contrast with her even paler than usual skin.

Simon hesitated. Alexis never had him see frightened, or uncomfortable around Negan. They always seemed like close friends, but this seemed to be something different. Negan was deadly quiet, one second before erupting into a violent outburst.

"I asked you a fucking question, Simon!"

He suddenly yelled right in Simon's face. Lucille swung by his side, his knuckles white from gripping so tightly. At least Simon was clever enough to look him in the eyes and not flinch or step back. They stared each other in the eyes for a while until Simon found the right words.

"She was riding around and ran into us...then I asked her to help, because she knows these woods the best and is quicker by horse."

Negan listened to his truthful answered, his grip around Lucille loosening a bit. But the anger did not fade. Simon wasn't supposed to ask for help. They didn't need help. Especially not in this. Alexis shouldn't even know about this. Allies or not, this was none of her business.

"You let her run into three armed persons on her own? And she fucking did that? I don't know if she's suicidal or if you wanted her dead."

Of course Simon didn't want her dead. Negan and Alexis both knew that. Alexis wasn't under anyone's command. This was her own call. Whenever she could properly speak again, she would kick Negan's ass for blaming Simon for this. He just asked for help.

"Tina was already dead. She had captured Sherry to keep D from shooting her. Whoever shot her with that crossbow, she didn't expect them."

Negan shook his head, stroking over his slowly outgrowing beard.

"Problem for another time. You two have no idea how much I want to bash your pretty heads in."

He growled and then looked at Alexis again. This arrow that sticked out of her thigh looked really bad. Her whole body was shaking, so he got out of his leather jacket with a sigh and wrapped it around her.

"She needs to see a doctor, like right fucking now. I'm taking her home."

Carefully, he picked her up, trying hard to avoid the arrow from digging deeper into her flesh.

"Ours or hers?"

Negan gave Simon before he stepped towards another car.

"What do you think, captain shitting obvious?"