Last One Fighting ~ Negan Fanfic

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I am blown away. This story started as a small AU project some Negan fans asked me to write after reading Jo's book Last One Standing. I never expected this story to grow so large but like with so many stories the characters seemed to take charge and their story took off.

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Negan

A fever wasn't something to fuck around with and I sure as shit wasn't going to let it go with Jo. I led the way back to my room. If I hadn't already know something was wrong, her sedately following after me would have been a dead give away. Jo never quietly followed me anywhere. She was moving slow too, like it took a lot of effort to move her limbs and her movements were jerky, not the fluidity she normally had.

We paused outside the door and I stepped up and held it open for her. She made no move to go inside. "Jo?" I said her name and she blinked up at me in confusion. She looked around us as though she were suddenly surprised to find us there. I put a hand on her low back and guided her into the room. "Come on sweetheart," I helped her lay down on the couch. Without fighting me she curled up on her side, pillowing her head with her hand. I picked up the blanket from the back of my chair and dragged it over her. Her eyes immediately drifted closed.

I strode to the door and jerked it open. "Get the Doc," I ordered whoever was on guard duty. I didn't bother to look. It didn't matter. "Right goddamn now!" I snarled when I didn't hear them moving fast enough. I whipped back around and returned to Jo's side. I heard footsteps behind me, but I didn't bother looking. I knelt down beside the couch and rested my hand on Jo's head. She was burning with fever. Sweat droplets were forming at her hairline. She nuzzled into my palm but didn't open her eyes. "How you doing?" I asked in a low voice.

She curled closer to me like she was still cold but she didn't respond. "Jo," I said her name more firmly. She couldn't have fallen asleep that fast.

She grumbled in the back of her throat and blinked sleepily up at me. "Negan?" she asked in confusion. She looked around us completely disorientated. She didn't seem to remember coming into my room. I tightened my jaw. The damn Doctor better get his ass back here pronto if he knew what was good for him.

I sat on the floor beside the couch and waited for the Doctor. It couldn't have been more than half an hour, but it felt like five years passed before she stirred again. "Negan?" she asked, her voice sounded small and weak. She coughed once and curled in on herself. She was shivering.

"Yeah sweetheart, I'm still here," I told her reassuringly. I tucked the blanket tighter around her.

She made another noise in the back of her throat, but it changed into a cough. I pulled back so I didn't catch it straight in the face. The cough was worse than before. It wracked her whole body and seemed to go on forever. When she was finally done she was gasping for breath and trembling. Her eyes drifted closed.

Shit.

"Where the hell is the doc?" I snarled loudly over my shoulder. Fat Joey was standing behind me looking like he was about ready to piss his pants. He glanced fearfully towards the door. He opened his mouth to respond but Doctor Carson stepped through the door just then with Harry trailing behind him.