As a group we walk silently, to well wherever, I never thought to ask earlier and I don't dare talk now that Josh is here. The look he gave me when he seen Simon's arm around me, Simon even had the audacity to pull me closer for a moment before letting go.
So now I wonder at the back of the group, trying to keep out of everyone's way. I realise then that everyone in this group must be mad at me in some way, I play with the idea of just slipping away from all of them. I'm not even positive anyone would care if I did either.
"We're here." Negan calls from the front and we all stand with our mouths agape at the mansion before us. The front gate is blocked off with a large metal sliding drive way door, Josh aproaches.
"I wouldn't do that." Negan tells him, but before he even has time to ask why the tell tale sound of the moaners on the other side reaches us. I look over at Simon confused as anything.
"We go in through the back, it's separate from the front yard. And we do it because it keeps more of the dead fucks away, along with other people who may try and get in." I don't reply, but it's honestly a smart plan. The only thing that bothers me though is the fact that we have to fear other groups now.
Based on what Simon just said I guess people don't get along well with each other anymore. I realise then we must tbe incredibly lucky that it's Simon and Negan who saved us and not a bunch of psychos. Then my next thought has me slowing down my pace. What if they are leading us into a trap and they are psychos?
Why would Simon give me a gun then? The gun. It's still in the back of my jeans, I tucked it back there to keep it hidden from the others. Josh would have taken it off of me for sure.
We follow Simon and Negan around the back and I casually grasp the handle of the gun as we enter through a back door. Negan closes and locks the back door, before walking past me, I keep my back against the wall.
They lead us into a main living room and it's easy to tell that it is just these two men, but I think they could easily over power us if need be. Josh, Triss and Kevin wonder off after Negan as he starts up a tour of the house but Simon subtly stops me from following them.
"Let's go get you patched up." He gestures to my arm and I look at the disappearing backs of my 'friends' and then back at Simon, I nod my head and go with him.
He leads me into a downstairs kitchen, I'm baffled that there's actually three levels to this house but one is under ground. It looks nothing like the usual dingy, scary basements though, but decked out into full staff living.
Simon explains to me that with a house this big, the family would usually be rich enough to have paid staff living on the premises. The house is absolutely gorgeous and I start to wonder who used to live here and if maybe they were famous enough for me to know them.
"Okay, you have some alcohol choices to help numb the pain. Would you like Gin or whiskey?" He says opening a cupboard in the kitchen, pulling out the bottles of liquor.
"I'll take the whiskey, Gin tastes like shit." I say grabbing the bottle, Simon looks at me as if I just took candy from a baby.
"Gin, is my favourite, I can't believe you just disrespected it that way." I laugh at him and crack the bottle of cheap whiskey as he retrieves a fairly large first aid kit from under the sink.
He fills a bowl with running water from the sink and I stare at him shocked as he sets the bowl down with a cloth.
"There's running water here?" I ask baffled.
"Yeah and hot water but can't have long showers though, the solar panels on this place are still working somehow." I sigh at the idea of being able to have a hot shower later on.
I sit on one of the stools and Simon sits across from me, I rest my arm on the table, he goes about removing the bandage. I grimace in pain as the material sticks to my skin causing pain as he pulls it away.
"Need stitches you think?" He asks assessing my arm as if he actually knows what's going on.
"Um, yeah definitely. Do you know how to? Cause I won't be able to do it on myself. It doesn't have to be perfect, just need to make sure the wound is sealed up." I explain, as I observe that the wound goes down about a cm in some place.
I wiggle my fingers for mobility and test for feeling, when everything comes back clear. I sigh with relief that I don't seem to have damaged any major nerve endings in my arm.
Simon starts washing my arm with the cloth, to remove the dirt and dry blood that's built up all over the bottom half of my arm. I watch Simon as he carefully concentrates as he gets closer to the actual wound. It's then I notice his shirt is ruined by my blood from when he saved me, the stain will be impossible to remove.
"I'm sorry I ruined your shirt, he glances at the dark red stain on his shirt, it's oxidizing turning the once bright red to a dark brown.
"It's fine. Something that happens often now." I nod my head softly, wondering how much he's actually seen.
I go through the first aid kit and find the stitching tools, I tie the thread on to the needle and head it to Simon. He slides the bowl under my arm and without warning pours the gin over my arm, I grip the counter hard.
"FUCK! Some warning would have been nice." I bite my lip to suppress shouting further.
"Sorry, thought you might prefer not having a count down, like a bandaid." He replies sheepishly and I glare at him for a moment.
Simon dries off my arm and I explain to him how to start off, I wince as he makes the first few stitches.
"I'm sorry about your friends. They sounded like good people." Simon offers gently and I nod my head.
"They were the only reason I still fight everyday." Simon frowns at me.
"What about your man and his friends?"
"Ah, yeah well, they are my friends, I just don't get along with them as well." I pick up the bottle of whiskey and take three large sips.
"And your Fella?" I think of a quick excuse, not wanting to tell him the truth.
"Since the outbreak our relationship has been, well....... Strained." Simon doesn't push further on the topic and I'm glad for that, because I find him rather easy to talk to, I also feel like he certainly wouldn't stand for abuse.
I drink more whiskey as he slowly stitches his way down my arm, our conversation lulls into a comfortable silence.
"I've been looking for you for fucking ages." Josh says loudly entering the room.
"Simon's just helping to patch me up, I can't do it on my own." I tell him calmly, not letting on how nervous I actually am.
"Hey, you shouldn't be drinking this either, this is a mans drink. Ah Sammy." He takes my bottle of whiskey and talks to Simon knowing full well what his name is.
"It's Simon. Josh." Josh just gives me daggers and turns back to Simon.
"You agree that women shouldn't drink a mans drink, don't ya?" Simon pulls a little too hard as he threads the next stitches and I try my best not to react.
"I know woman who could drink you under the table ten times over, mate." Simon says sternly, an Alpha asserting his dominance.
Josh goes red in the face and I can see a temper tantrum coming up.
"Maybe I should take over, she is my girlfriend after all." Josh says heading around to this side of the table.
"Josh that's not a good idea, Simon knows what he's doing, just let him do it. I'll see you out there later." I tell him, pleading him with my eyes to just leave.
"Fine, fucking whatever." He storms out of kitchen, swiping the bottle off the counter and leaving with it. I sigh heavily, knowing I'm going to regret all this later.
Simon finishes up and bandages up my arm, he insists I leave the mess for him to clean and that I head off to bed. As I was starting to fall asleep with my head on the counter top.
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My Saviour.
FanficHailey Johnson was a nursing student before the world ended, but when summer break arrived her boyfriend insisted that she come along with some friends of his on holiday before her last year of school. It's on this trip that the world ends, leaving...
