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i sat slouched in a wooden chair across from rick, who started to slur in his sleep. he laid on a single mattress with a pillow, multiple white bandages covering his cuts. i watched him intently, everything that we had gone through together flew around my mind.
rick has protected me, loved me, checked up on me, made me smile, the entire time since this outbreak happened. he cares about me, and he loves me, i need to see that more often because now that i think about it, i've been treating him like shit ever since the farm when i shouldn't have. but the paranoia considering what shane did to me still floats around my mind, i'm scared that even if me and rick are happy, raising the kids, he's gonna go screw around with someone else considering we're in a community with lots of new people.
i just need to see that, or at least try to convince myself that he would never, ever treat me that way. guess me treating him like crap was only because i didn't wanna get hurt again, oh and probably because he was my dead best friends former husband. the sudden sound of rick's breath hitching shook me out of my trance, and there i saw him laying there with his eyes wide open.
just as quick as he woke up—the pain settled in, hell, i bet he has a massive headache from getting knocked out. still unaware of my presence, he slowly sits up, and leans against the cold stone wall. unexpectedly, he starts chuckling, which is what i didn't get. "what's so funny?" i querie in confusion, making rick snap his head in my direction. he stares at me confused, "you were here the whole time?"
"since this morning." i answer sternly, "what's so funny?"
"it's like a traincar—after everything, i'm still here." he replies, rubbing his forehead with his thumb. "deanna wanted you in here—to calm things down. rosita patched you up, the kids came by for awhile, but i sent them home." i explained to rick, considering he might've been confused on what happened after.
"rick." i start, bringing the chair closer to him, "what the hell was that?"
he just shakes his head. "they put pete in another house—you could've told michonne, deanna, or the others what was happening."
"it moved fast, and then noah. i didn't know what to-"
the sound of the door opening cut him off in curiosity to whom it was. light illuminated into the room as a couple of our group members stepped in, glenn, carol, abraham, and lastly michonne. when michonne shut the door she was already interrogating him, "where'd you get the gun?"
"you took it right? from the armory? that was stupid, why'd you do it?" carol questions, but me and rick easily caught on and knew it was an act to play off, so no one knew about our secret meetings. "just in case." rick answers with a shrug of his shoulders.
