Alone (Henry TWD) (Needs major editing)

51.) Memory

Cooper licked the dish clean, slurped down some of the corn syrup - water mixture I made, and then looked at me with a wagging tail. I gently picked him up, sitting on the bed and cuddling him softly in my lap. He wagged his tail and licked my hands.

"Settle down," I whispered. He rested his head on my lap. "I would give you more food... but we should give you some time to digest," I told him. His tail still wagged. "All that matters is you seem happy as a clam." He raised his head and sniffed the air coming from Henry's side of the bed, and then sniffed me and whimpered. It seemed like his happiness faded. "I know. You can sense somethings wrong, huh? He's okay. He will be okay." Hopefully. Cooper looked at me and cocked his head. "You know I'm lying, don't you?" He put his head back down as he wagged his tail. "Your Daddy is sick, he should be okay but we aren't sure yet," I admitted. Cooper gave me puppy eyes. "I know baby. But he's with the best that there is, Saddiq." I picked him up and snuggled him to my chest. "And you're with the best that you can get right now, when it comes to hypoglycemia. Me."

I stood up, gently placing him in his bed that I laid fluffy blankets in. "You ate a good amount of food, just rest here. I'm gonna go clean up downstairs..." I knew he couldn't understand me but it made me feel not alone. For the first time in awhile... I was actually, physically alone. I didn't want to be. I kept reminding myself that Cooper was there... but I prefer to be with people that can talk back to me. I don't want to be Alone anymore.

I went downstairs and stacked the spices and soups back in their cabinets. I left the corn syrup upstairs in case we need it again. Hopefully we don't. I then grabbed the heaviest duty of cleaners for hardwood and grabbed some gloves and a scrubby sponge. I got on my hands and knees and began scrubbing the dried blood away.

It took me an hour, but I managed to clean everything up. Marshal was dead, but I didn't really view it as a loss of the cool uncle I once knew. I already mourned over that back when he raped me. I only viewed it as a loss of the love of my life and the injury of one of my other cool uncles.

I think I've decided. Rick is more of a father and Daryl is more of that weird uncle that never really fit in with the other ones but is your favorite because you don't really fit in with your siblings either. Yeah, just like that.

I threw the gloves in the trash, along with the sponge and paper towels I used to somewhat dry the cleaner. As I was washing my hands, people came through the door. I dried my hands and turned towards them. Rick, Jesus, Aaron, Maggie and Michonne looked at me.

"Henry woke up, but doesn't remember any of us other than Ezekiel. Saddiq said he should gain all of his memory back tomorrow after he rests for the night. Daryl will be okay. He had 14 stitches put in and loss a lot of blood. He's asleep and on IV's," Rick explained.

"You've been cleaning?" Maggie sniffed.

"Yeah," I responded quietly. Rick looked at me and examined what I assumed to be my red eyes. "I'm not on drugs. I've just been um..."

"Crying?" Rick looked at the dried tears on my cheeks.

"Cooper got hypoglycemia. I... owe it to Henry to keep Cooper alive. So... he should be okay now but just... try to be quiet when walking by the room. He needs to sleep and rest." I responded. Rick nodded.

"You should get some rest too. It's 4 in the morning and none of us have slept." Rick said.

"I'm not tired," I shook my head. Rick motioned for the others to leave, and they got the hint and went into their rooms. I heard them each greet their own children.

"You need to sleep Navy. Saddiq said it himself that you shouldn't take in any more stress without rest."

"I physically can't sleep."

"Then take some Benadryl. Is that what Saddiq has been giving you to get you to sleep?" Rick asked as he grabbed the box of gel pills.

"Yeah But the fluid version."

Rick opened the fridge and took out the bottle. He smiled.

"But I should stay up, I have to feed Cooper in a few more hours."

"I'm gonna be awake on watch anyways. I can go in and feed him. I'll give him his bowl and if there's any problems I'll wake you up. I've watched Henry make the food every time. Three tablespoons of dog food with enough water to-"

"Fine," I huff. I took a Benadryl, gulping it down with a glass of water, and then laid in the bed. I pretended to sleep, only to make Rick happy. Even with the Benadryl I couldn't seriously sleep. I could lose Henry. I didn't want too. He has woken up, but I know what Saddiq really meant. He meant that Henry is having issues with his brain. This is only the beginning. For the rest of his life he could have seizures, which afterwards result in memory loss little by little. Saddiq said he doesn't know how much of his brain was affected by the seizure, but he does know that it affected his memory. He meant when Henry wakes up he'll have most of his memory back, but Rick took it as all of his memory back, permanently.

That's not the truth.