𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 ➪ «𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑥𝑜𝑛»

ch. XLII pt. II

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"Hey, Diana," Glenn called upon entering the RV, forcing her attention up from T-Dog's arm. "When you're done, could you uh- help me out with something?"

"Yeah, sure, be right there." She turned back to T-Dog, seeing perspiration dotting his face. "I'm almost done, T," she reassured him. His pained grimace disappeared for half a second of gratitude.

Diana made sure the Steristrips were holding so the wound could heal nicely. She hadn't learned to suture, so that had been the best she could do. She wanted to ask Hershel to teach her, though. She needed to widen her repertoire of impressive useful skills.

She bandaged T-Dog's arm with clean gauze and gave him an antibiotic and a painkiller. He thanked her and reluctantly sank back into his seat to rest up under her orders.

Diana put her travel-sized medkit away in a cabinet – her fully equipped backpack was in the room where Carl rested, in case Hershel needed quick access to it – and picked her bow off the table.

No one at the farm had yet questioned the weapon at her back, despite everyone having to surrender their firearms, but she was glad they hadn't.

There was already a sort of invisible wall of tension between the farm residents and her people, she didn't know how that new knowledge would affect their relationship. She had grown used to the bow's oddities, but stepping back, she had to admit it was just too weird and impossible not to arouse suspicion and doubts. Maybe even make one question their beliefs.

After all, hadn't Jacqui thought her to be some sort of godsend, as preposterous as the idea was?

The Holy Bible and cross displayed in the Greene's living room assured Diana of their Catholic beliefs. She didn't want them to have some sort of fanatic's response since it could go incredibly wrong or incredibly ridiculous.

She stepped outside with the promise of secrecy as long as secrecy was required, and faced Glenn's expectant self.

He silently gestured with his head for her to follow him and took her a couple of trees away from the camp and their inhabitants.

"What's up? What you need help with?" Diana asked as soon as Glenn stopped to face her.

"I lied," he whispered, leaning into her, his dark eyes deep into hers. "Maggie asked me to go on a pharmacy run with her."

Diana stared back at him with a furrowed brow, clueless as to why he was treating this news as some sort of scheme. "And? Is there something they need that I don't have? That why?"

Glenn shook his head, his eyes straying quickly to follow Carol as she walked past within earshot. "I don't know. When I asked, she told me her dad didn't want to keep using up our resources and that they need to stash up anyway. Even offered to replace the stuff they took. Something's not right."

"Okay, what d'you mean?"

"Diana, think about it." He put his hands on her shoulders, capturing her full attention. "You literally ransacked a government facility for all those drugs and material. You got stuff I've never seen in any pharmacy. Why would they need to stash up with all that at their disposal?"

"Maybe they don't wanna abuse our goodwill? Glenn, just- I don't know, they probably have their reasons." Diana shrugged loosely, but Glenn's hands remained. Also, she wasn't against having her things replaced, she'd worked hard for them.

"They're not letting us stay," Glenn concluded, finally dropping his hands to cross his arms defensively. "I think Hershel's gonna kick us out of his figurative backyard as soon as he can."