My Lucille | ✔️

30// Tears fall for you

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It's been about an hour or so, waiting around for Andrea and taking care of Jim. Andrea already buried Amy all by herself, wanting no one to bury her but herself.

You were in the rv, standing all the way in the back where Jim laid down on a small sofa, bare chest with a blanket covering half his body. Carol was sitting right next to him, wiping his forehead and his chest since he was sweating badly. He had his eyes closed, trying to ease out the pain.

Your arms were crossed over your chest, your back pressing against the wall while your right foot was on the wall behind you, making your leg look like a triangle shape. Your head facing the ground, and so for your eyes.

You heard footsteps approaching, looking up you saw Rick holding Lori's hand, coming to check up on Jim

"His fever is worse" says Carol while turning her head to look at the two married couple "you need anything?" Lori asks Jim softly, knowing he will eventually die in the end.

"Uh... Uh, water.. couple use some water." Jim answers, almost like he was begging for a taste of water "I'll get some. Carol, you help me?" Lori asks as she held Carol's hand and took her out of the rv leaving you and Rick alone with Jim.

Rick looked to the right, seeing you already watching him. He smiled and nodded his head, you exchanging the same gesture before he sat down on the same spot where Carol was sitting at.

"You save a grave for me?" Jim asked, changing his position to get more comfortable. Rick huffed, still believing that there is a cure for whatever this is "nobody wants that"

"It's not about what you want. That, uh... that sound you hear, that's god laughing while you make plans." Jim says plainly, not fazed by the idea of dying. Rick didn't know that he had a family. He didn't know he lost them and now he cares about dying so he can be with them.

"What I want, Jim, if... if god allows, is to get you some help." Rick tried to give Jim a little hope, maybe help him fight off whatever's in him until maybe you all get him to CDC. Jim groaned, before he started coughing harshly, Rick handing him a bucket as he started to spit out some blood.

When Rick saw the blood, he knew he was done. No way from coming back. It's already too late for any help.

When Jim sat back up again, he started speaking nonsense you couldn't understand. And you bet Rick didn't understand either "watch the mangroves. Their roots will gouge the whole boat. You know that right?" He looked up at the blue eyed man, while he rubbed his face

"Amy is there. Swimming. You'll watch the boat, right? You said you would" Jim in a way that made you feel like he was in some kind of way.. like a threatening way maybe? "I'll watch the boat. Don't worry" Rick answered, certain he had no idea what he was talking about.

You felt mercy for the man. Wanting to give him some lone time, you went out to check if everything's ready, for the millionth time.

Right as you stepped your foot on the dirt, you saw Lori standing looking at anyone but Shane who was talking to her. You had a little unsettling feeling about it, so you went closer to them and stood my Lori

"Why don't you share your thoughts, cop?" You ask, looking at the taller man in front of you. "It's none of your business" he answers harshly looking down at you. "I believe it is. You don't really get to obsess over his family and when someone comes in you want to knock them straight out?" Lori turned her head so fast towards you, her eyes wide open "if you do anything, anything to her or her little boy, just know my hands will be filled with your blood. No mercy" you say as you walked away to do what you came out to do.