Alone (Henry TWD) (Needs major editing)

33.) Multiple Big Strong Men

I scratched my wrists.

I scratched my hands.

I scratched my neck.

"Navy," Henry said softly, placing his hands on top of mine, forcing them to come down. I shook my head, turning towards him and laying my forehead on his shoulder.

"I don't want him here..."

"I know. But he's chained up. He can't escape."

"It's just the memories, Henry," I huffed, lifting my head up. He wiped off the tear stains. I looked up as Rick and Daryl walked out of the infirmary room, followed by the others. We were all crowded in this small hallway. All the attention was on me and my probably red eyes.

"Navy..." Carol started. "Nobody is going to let him hurt you."

"He can't hurt you." Maggie said.

"Why not? Just because he has handcuffs on?"

"Look around," Carol smiled. "Multiple big strong men."

I rolled my eyes as a small smile cracked on my lips. I looked at Aaron, he jokingly moved his arm into a flexing I position.

"Stop," I mumbled, smiling. I looked at Rick. He smiled back at me.

"We're gonna talk to him about his group. All we know is they're people dressed in walker skin." Rick told me. "Until then, let's go back to the house. I'm hungry," he looked at Carol. Carol rolled her eyes.

"I'll make subs," she mumbled as we began to walk down the hallway. I stayed in between Rick and Henry, gently itching at my hands. I felt Henry's hand grab mine, gently encouraging me to stop scratching. I looked at him, smiling a little. I looked back ahead.

"Why is your family fucked up?" Daryl asked. I looked at him.

"The answer to that is simple... why is yours?"

Daryl looked at me, nodding a little. "Ok." He responded, looking back ahead.

***

"We'll interrogate him tonight," Daryl began as he took a bite of his sandwich, chewing and swallowing. He looked at me, rubbing his finger and thumb together. He seemed as if he wanted to ask something, but he was also thinking.

"What?" I asked.

"If he doesn't answer to us... I might want you to talk to him."

"What?"

"You said you two were close. Used to be close. If he... regrets his choices, he might tell you information if you act like you forgive him."

"I don't... know if I..." I looked down at my sandwich, then looked up at Rick, then Daryl.

"We'd all be in the room. If you got overwhelmed at any time you can just leave."

"We won't force you to do anything," Rick stepped in. He looked at Daryl. He looked back at me. "We'll see what happens, okay?"

"Navy?" The walkie talkie called.

"What?" I asked as I picked it up.

"We need you at the infirmary." Chris told me. I huffed.

***

"Pneumonia is going around," I told Rick as I sat down on the couch. "8 cases so far... we need more Zithromax. I know the Hilltop has a shit ton of it."

"I'll send out a call to have some sent over," Ezekiel told me. I nodded.

"It's interrogation time," Rick smiled at me as he stood up. "He's awake and talking. Are you ready?"