Isabelle Winchester has truly seen it all, from vampire to demons, all the way to angels. She has evaded death multiple times, just like her brother's.
She had got separated from her brothers in, yet, another apocalypse they somehow created. God ha...
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JACK GROANED AND tried to sit up, only to hit his head on the bed.
"Careful," Izzy's voice grunted out which made Jack whip around. His whole world spun and he tried to steady himself, but he bent over, groaning and coughing. "Jack." Izzy reached forward and grabbed his shoulders, pushing him back into a lying position.
Jack peeled his eyes open and stared into Izzy's brown eyes which were red and puffy due to her crying all night. "Izzy?" He groaned, grabbing his stomach. He felt like he was gonna throw up. "I'm fine," he grunted out, smacking his lips together. His throat was dry and scratchy, and he felt like throwing up.
Izzy blinked rapidly to ty and stop the flow of tears that was sure to burst down her cheeks. She sucked in a breath. "Your temperature is pretty high and, um, you—" she choked on a sob. "You had a seizure and your heart stopped for a second." She covered her mouth, looking him in the eyes. "If it was for a second longer, you—" she shook her head and wiped away the tears that escaped her eyes and skidded down her cheeks. "I can't lose you, Jack. I can't lose anyone else, especially you." Her bottom lip quivered. "I know I sound pathetic and weak and like a chic flick, but I love you like a son and if I were to lose you in any way, I would die. I lost too much as is, so please, I'm begging you, don't leave me."
Jack looked up at her with his Bambi like eyes and he smiled through his pain. He slowly and weakly reached out and grasped her hand. His hands were sweaty, but neither payee any mind to it. "I love you, too," he coughed out, still smiling. "I will never leave you."
Izzy choked back another sobbed before smiling. "And I will never leave you." She leaned forward and kissed his head, not giving a shit if she were to get sick. "Hey, um, I don't want to... but, I got to go," she murmured. She really didn't want to leave him in this vulnerable state, but she couldn't stare at him any longer without breaking down.
"Okay, bye. Be careful," he groaned, slowly closing his eyes. "I'm just gonna take a nap."
Izzy forced a smile and then walked out of the cell he was placed in Cell Block D. She closed the curtain that hid him away from everyone before leaning up against the door, a quiet sob being heard before she swallowed thickly, and stood up straighter.
She slowly made her way outside, flinching at the bright sun that was beaming down on her.
She looked like complete crap. Her hair was down and sticking up all over the place even though it was greasy as hell. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy, and she was wearing the same clothes she wore yesterday when Jack got sick.
"Isabelle," a voice spoke up, walking over to her. It was Claire who looked almost as terrible as Izzy. "How is Jack?" She had her arms crossed, like usual. "Is he okay?"
Izzy slowly nodded, not really trusting her mouth to say the right words. She gulped and spoke up. "He's taking it like a champ, but he's so sick, Claire. He's so sick." Her shoulder's were the first to shake violently before the rest of her body did. "He's only a child," she sobbed, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Hey, hey." Claire pulled the older woman into a hug. "He's strong and he's brave. He's going to survive this." She wasn't only saying this for Izzy's sake, but also her's. She might not admit it, but Jack had grown on her. "He's a Winchester, afterall."
Izzy nodded, hugging the young Novak girl back, sniffling. "Yeah, he—"
She was cut off by gunshots and yelling being heard inside the building.
Izzy abruptly let go of Claire and turned around, and ran straight into the building. Many things flashed through her mind, but the one that stood out was that Jack was in danger and she wasn't there to help him.
Claire followed behind, just as worried, and just as panicked.
They were met up with Maggie who was screaming and banging on the door that separated them from the sick.
"Let me!" Claire shouted, bringing out an axe and began hitting the door with that, but it wasn't budging. On her third try, it ended up getting wedged between the little slit of the door and the wall, and she yanked it which broke it.
"Son of a bitch!" Izzy cried out, yanking on her hair before she whipped out her gun. "Fuck this shit," she cursed before lowering the gun and running off with Maggie when the Greene girl ran off. "Come on, Claire."
They ran down a few halls and made a couple of turns before they made it to a room with a huge window in it. On the other side was a room which they are keeping the dead bodies of the people who die in Cell Block D.
Izzy raised her gun again and shot, not caring about the consequences. She was going to save Jack, Glenn, Sasha, and everybody else that is sick.
They ran into the room and a walker jumped out in front of them almost immediately, but both Claire and Izzy acted quickly, shooting the walker in the head at the same time.
"Daddy!" Maggie shouted and all three girls looked up to find Hershel and a walker wrestling around on the metal fence that was separating the first floor and the second floor.
Maggie rose her gun and shot the walker in the head. She then ran up the stairs to help her father and Glenn who needed the airbag that the walker had on, while Izzy and Claire ran towards Jack's cell.
"Jack!" Izzy screamed, her voice echoing through the Cell Block as she saw him weakly fighting against a walker. And it looked like the walker was winning. "No!" She ran straight for the walker and hit it full on with her body, sending them both plummeting to the ground.
Claire quickly grabbed onto Jack who went to fall over.
Izzy wrestled with the walker for a good while before she got the upper hand and flung it off if her. She rolled onto her knees, took out her knife due to her losing her gun in the fight with the walker, and plunged it into it's head. "Fuck you!" She gasped, getting up, her brown eyes immediately landing on Jack who was leaning up against Claire, his tired eyes watching her.
"Jack," she cried out, taking the boy out of Claire's arms and into her's. She breathed in deeply once he slowly and weakly wrapped his arms around he skinny frame. "I am so relieved you're okay."
"Me, too," he rasped out.
"You are staying in my cell!" She exclaimed, tightening her hold on him. "Fuck whatever anyone says. I am not leaving you in here after what happened. Plus, Daryl and the others should be back soon with some medicine." Tears were streaming down her face.
"Come on," Claire called out gently. "Let's get you in her cell to rest."
