Last One Fighting ~ Negan Fanfic

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Hello my friends. I want you to know this was a very hard chapter for me to write, which is why it took so long for me to get it out. I wanted to get it just right. I probably re-wrote it a half a dozen times before I was happy. I hope you enjoy it.

Happy Reading

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Jo

It took me longer than it should to realize the screaming wasn't in my nightmares. So many of my half coherent dreams had involved screaming it took the second shrill shriek for me to fully wake up. I jerked, my body slamming against the bindings holding me to the bed. I blinked, but my eyesight remained hazy. It was like I was underwater. Noises were muffled and everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. Every breath felt like it took five minutes to fill and empty my lungs.

I couldn't remember where I was. I tried to lick my lips so I could speak. So I could ask someone...anyone...something...My tongue was thick and dry in my mouth, and it wouldn't work. I was desperately thirsty. What was happening to me?

I couldn't remember what had woken me. It felt important, but the memory was at the edge of my consciousness, just out of reach. Every time I tried to focus it flitted away and my eyes drifted shut once more. I was so tired.

There was another scream. My eyes snapped open. That scream was real. It had to be. It was real and it was close. Someone was close. Adrenaline flooded my system and helped me think. Helped me focus. Helped me remember.

My mind was waking up, but my body still felt sluggish and heavy. Weak. I turned my head and what lay in the room beyond was worse than anything I had seen in my nightmares. Still tied down, everything was tilted sideways, a terrifying funhouse of flickering lights and blood curdling screams echoing off concrete walls.

I fought against the bindings as the snarls of biters filled my ears. I blinked my eyes, trying to make sense of what I was witnessing. The neat rows of cots were overturned as biters attacked people still strapped down.

Strapped down.

I was strapped down. I sucked in a breath and it caught in my throat making me cough. I coughed until I tasted blood. I lay, still tied down, gasping for breath that wouldn't seem to come. It was like I was drowning. There was shouting somewhere deeper in the room, but it was too dark to see if anyone was there trying to help the people left alive. If anyone in here was left alive.

My gaze caught the chair beside my cot and I remembered Merle sitting in it. Merle had been here. I twisted my arms, trying to wrench them free. Pain exploded across the back of one of my shoulder blades. I had strained against my stitches and it made everything sharper, clearer. The pieces were coming together and starting to make sense.

I was sick and Merle had been here. He and I were talking then...I slow blinked and my lids tried to stay shut. I forced them open, focusing on the dim light of the lamp on the stool beside my cot. The light glittered through an IV bag that hung above me like some kind of watery chandelier catching light and refracting it. It distracted me.

Memories were hazy and flickered out of order in my sluggish mind. I had an IV. I was sick. Merle had been here. The distorted light danced against the cement wall on my other side. If I looked that way I didn't have to face the nightmare that surrounded me. It made it easier to think. Easier to focus.

The Doctor gave me an IV. I had an IV and he put something in it when Merle and I had been talking. Something to make me sleep. He said I needed to rest so I could get better. He had drugged me.