"Maggie, where are you?"
Her sobbing, intimate vigil lasted hours. The bandages had stopped bleeding through, but Glenn remained just as pale and cold as before. Then he stirred, and Enid whimpered. The moment lingered for so long that she'd no longer be able to shoot even if she had to.
"Your gun's in my face," he croaked. "You trying to leave Alexandria again?"
The tears resumed immediately. Enid carefully set her pistol aside and then embraced him tightly, overwhelmed. "You're okay," was all she said.
Well, that, and sorry. He was still in a lot of pain.
