"You better fucking tell him, Rick!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as both Simon and Dave finished packing up the truck. Once they were done, they rushed over to me and Negan, and drew their guns aiming them at Rick's head.
Looking down at Negan, I frowned slightly. I wanted him to get up and pull that fucking arrow out and tell me that this was just some sick joke of his.
Rick reached for his walkie talkie that was clipped to his belt, he spoke quietly into, telling Daryl to lower his aim on me and Negan.
"You gotta up, Baby... I... I need to get you back to the Sanctuary." The only response I got from Negan was a loud groan. Pulling myself up to my feet, I placed my gun back into my belt, under my shirt. Once the gun was secured and out of sight, I held out my hands and arms to Negan. "You're not going to be able to pull me to my feet, Darlin'."
"Yes, I can. Just trust me, Negan."
Negan was at least a foot taller than me; considering I'm only 5'4, while he's 6'2.
Placing his hands into mine, I grabbed him by his arms, pulling him up into a half standing position. He swung his arm around my neck as I snaked my own around his back, leaning him to the truck.
"I'll drive back to the Sanctuary." All he did was just groan. I knew that he must been in a shit load of pain. Opening the passenger door, Negan pulled himself up into the truck, using these upper body muscles of his.
"Dave! Simon! Let's go!" Negan yelled out to the two boys. Dave ran behind the truck, closing the tail gate as he popped in behind Negan's seat and Simon sat behind me. Negan pulled his door closed.
Climbing into the driver's seat, I slammed the driver's door closed, peeling out of Alexandria. "Easy, Darlin'. I know you're worried about me and shit but slow down." Negan placed his leather gloved hand on my upper thigh as I nodded my head.
He's hurt. He's my husband. Of course, I'm freaking out.
"You're hurt, Babe!" I felt his grip get tighter on my upper thigh. "I know, Lucille. Just realx, I'll be fine. I promise."
The drive back to the Sanctuary seemed like it would never end; probably because my brain was stuck in over drive.
Finally, reaching the Sanctuary's front gates, the gate person opened it as I drove through and closed it behind me. Parking the truck, I turned it off, grabbing the keys and shoving them into my leather jacket.
When I arrived on his side, I pulled the door open, allowing Negan to use my shoulders for support so he can climb out. "I'm still alive and we made back here. Now, will you fucking calm down?" He asked, looking down at me.
Dickhead.
"Carson is going to have take that out of you." I mumbled as I lead him into the Sanctuary while Simon and Dave unpacked the truck. I could hear the mumbles of everyone about what happened to Negan.
One of his now ex wives came up to us. Oh, boy, did I want to punch her straight in that ugly face of hers.
"Get Carson. Now." He ordered as Amber looked scared to death of him.
Ha! Nice job, Baby.
Amber nodded as she hauled ass to get the Sanctuary doctor. Once we up to the level that our bedroom was on, he stopped, leaning against the wall.
Was he going to die right then and there?
I looked down at the arrow that was sticking out of his leg, blood ran down his leg and there was a blood trail behind us. Whatever. I'll clean it later.
"We're two feet away from our room, Negan."
