She sat up in the bed, shielding her eyes from the bright sunlight streaming in from gauzy curtains over the window. The pain washed over her in waves and all she remembered was a male voice; then being picked up, being carried in strong arms… Before that, her mind was a complete and total blank. The door to the room she was in opened and she gasped, pulling the sheet she'd been laying beneath tightly around her, a panicked look in her eyes.

"Yer awake." Shane remarked, stepping into the room, eying the brunette with a look that spelled out equal parts wariness and curiosity. He grimaced at the old and fading bruises as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed that he'd been sleeping in until last night; when he'd found her lying in the forest, beaten and barely alive and bought her back to the farmhouse with him.

"Yeah." Jenny managed to answer as she rubbed her aching head. She honestly felt like every single part of her had been beaten with a brick today. "Where am I? What happened?"

"Yer at Hershel Greene's farmhouse. I found ya on my way back in from a supply run last night. Bought ya back. Can ya remember what happened to ya? Because somebody beat ya up pretty damn bad."

She focused; all that came was the man's voice, this evil sounding laugh and her being grabbed by several at once.. She grimaced; she didn't want to remember it all. "A little.. This man, he… He and his group.." she shook her head indicating that she didn't want to talk about any more of it. Shane growled a little and asked, "What'd he look like?"

"It's not.. It's not worth it, okay? I'm not worth it. You don't know me."

"Yeah well I ain't gon' stand back and just let some asshole get away with beatin up on a girl either."

"It wasn't just one guy. Was a whole group." Jenny focused on the handmade blanket spread over her legs, fingers tracing the hand sewn patterns in the colorful fabric as she bit down her lower lip, sucking in a breath when it hurt like hell to do so and she tasted a thin coppery taste filling her mouth.

"Why'd you do it?"

"Do what, hon?" Shane asked, looking at his hands.

"Why'd you bring me back here? Why not just leave me to die? I had to have slowed you down."

All he could do was shrug because he still didn't know why he'd done it, honest truth. "Reckon 'cause I didn't want somebody dyin on my hands." he answered finally, even as he thought about the death he already had on his hands.

But Carl was going to live. That made it worth it.

"Oh… well… thanks." Jenny muttered quietly, sucking in a sharp breath when she went to move; intent on getting out of bed, getting back out on her own again and it hurt like hell. She'd gotten half off the bed but his large hand found the middle of her chest, he gently started maneuvering her back into the bed.

"Yer not goin anywhere. It ain't safe, 'specially not with you hurt like ya are."

"I need to get out of here. I… I'm only gonna bring danger to you guys, okay?"

"What the hell's 'at mean?"

"It means, Shane, that whoever did this to me will probably come back for me…'

"Then yer safer here."

She grumbled but fell silent and Shane stood, nodded to the end of the bed. "Found ya a pair of my sweats and a shirt. I'll bring ya breakfast back up here." he told her as he shut the door behind him, leaning on it heavily.

Inside the room, Jenny stared at the door Shane disappeared out of for a few seconds but she managed to start changing her clothes. All the while, she found herself wondering why the man saved her life, why he hadn't just left her there to die.

But she put it out of her head. She'd get better and then she'd go somewhere else; she didn't want to be a burden or anything. Dressing quickly, she settled back into bed and she was drifting off again when she heard the door open quietly, smelled the smell of freshly cooked food and felt herself being poked awake gingerly.

"Ya need to eat sumthin." Shane said as he sat back down, looking at Jenny. Her eyes were a bright green, he found himself getting drawn into them. She gave a nod and he noticed her burst lower lip and grimaced, growling to himself all over again.

If he had any clue who'd done this to her and left her to die, he thought to himself, he'd go out, find them and kill them with his bare hands.' but he kept the thought quiet. It wasn't his business, after all. He'd only bought her back to safety. And he still wasn't even sure why he did that. Or if he could trust her.

"I'm.. I'll be fine. Thanks though."

"Hershel said ya ain't eaten in days. Eat." Shane insisted, nodding at the food, giving a stern look to Jenny who grumbled a little and then lifted the fork, digging into the eggs on the plate, the aroma filling her nose and making her stomach growl loudly. She devoured her entire plate and several times Shane found himself saying with a sort of derisive laugh, "Ya gonna choke if ya don't slow up."

"I was starving, apparently." Jenny finished and wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand. Shane leaned in and dabbed his fingertip at her cheek, muttering quietly, "Syrup."

"I.. thanks." Jenny flinched away a little, the look of hurt and bitterness in those deep brown eyes of his had her blinking and wondering if he'd gotten offended when she flinched away and why.

She wasn't afraid of him.. Just freaking out because she was in a new place; full of strangers and she'd barely escaped things she could only partially remember with her life.

Had nothing at all to do with the man who saved her life.

" Yer welcome." Shane stood abruptly, walking to the door. Jenny started to say something but instead, she let him walk out of the room and fell back into the bed, letting out a long and deep breath.

As soon as she got better, she'd leave. She couldn't stick around and be a probable burden for the rest of the group.