Hello, Salut, Ciao, Hola, Ni hao. I'm back. Its been forever since I've been gone but its been for legitimate reasons. I have gone through a lot. Family related, health related, everything. But I'm soooooo much better now. I've gone and read through some of my Brick stories and I realized that they make no sense and are just all over the place. Well to me anyways. But I'm back. With new insight. So with that being said, I will either delete those stories or start over. But anyway, I say that to say this. I'm starting a completely different story and its completely AU and Rick and Beth are a tiny bit OOC. But only a tiny bit... So here it is. "Lose To Win."

Right now, the rating is T. Idk it may change later. But please review. Let me know what you guys think.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead or its characters.

Lose To Win – Chapter 1

*Beth's POV*

"Beth Greene?" a doctor called.

"Yes. I'm here to assist Doctor Lee?" I said as more of a question, standing up from the seat I've been sitting in for what seemed like hours.

"Oh yes… Doctor Lee isn't here today but you're a Yale graduate. I think you'll be just fine with just a few instructions. I'll walk you to the patient you'll be tending to today. You know basic procedures right?" she asked. I nodded knowing fully well I didn't really know. She took me to a room and handed me some things. "If you have any major problems, just press one on your beeper. I should pick up. My name is Amy. Good luck."

Well just feed me to the lions then.

*No one's POV*

That's Beth Greene. She's 22 years old, just out of college. Graduated with a 3.9 GPA from Yale. Her major is biology. Minor in music. She's the youngest in her family of 5. Her sister, Maggie, is 27 and married with a child. Her brother, Shawn, is 25 and single. Her mom and dad, Hershel, 64, and Annette, 59, have been married for 40 years. Her family was far from perfect but she loved them and wouldn't trade them for anything.

*Unknown POV*

I woke up once I heard a ruckus outside of my hospital room door. The sun was really bright today. I regretted opening my eyes. But there was no going back to sleep now. I tried not to sleep too much. As a cancer patient, it's all you want to do. I couldn't be like that. Some let cancer take complete control. And the rest, like me, allow it to be the reason we live life to the fullest.

*Beth's POV*

I walked into the room. Not so gracefully. I didn't think I'd be on my own this quick. I heard rumors that this is usually how it starts off. You never assist anyone. You start off all alone and you just figure things out on your own.

"Let me guess. You're just out of college. You're supposed to be an assistant." I heard a raspy deep voice with a thick southern accent say.

"Umm…. Is it that obvious?" I asked blushing, looking up at the guy once I got the things in my arms situated.

He was sitting up in the bed. He was very pale. Very thin. Very sickly looking. But he was smiling. And his eyes shined a bright blue.

"Yea kinda. I mean. This happens all the time. Kids about your age stumble into my room. They're usually here to assist Doctor Lee. Except… Well there's no Doctor Lee." he said clasping his hands together, putting them in his lap. I frowned.

"Really?" I asked rhetorically and sighed. He nodded.

So the rumors were true.

"I'm Rick. Rick Grimes. And you are…" he started then his eyes wondered to my tag. "Beth. Hi Beth." I was a little amused and enlightened by the playful tone in his voice.

"Hi Rick. You can call me Miss Greene." I said.

"Ehh. I think I'll just call you Beth." he said shrugging.

"Okay." I said shrugging as well. "Well I'm here to… to um." I just looked at the pile of things in my arms. He just stood up from the bed and took the pile and put the items where they needed to be. He hummed as he did so.

"Now you know what to do from now on." he said smiling climbing back into the bed.

"So what now?" I asked.

"You either stay here. Or roam around like the rest of them. I mean. I'm your only patient for right now." he said lying back sighing. I looked around awkwardly. "Chronic lymphocytic leukemia. Stage tres. Tres is three in Spanish." I looked back over at him and his eyes were closed. I giggled.

"I know what tres means." I said. He grinned, as his eyes remained closed. Then he just sighed again. His facial expression went to about neutral. I just watched him.

"It's really not that bad you know." he said then opening his eyes.

"Mm what?" I said then looking down.

"Having leukemia. It's not that bad. Well its not as bad as people make it out to be." he said.

"I never said –" I started.

"I know, I know. But you've been staring since you got in here. Its plain and clear. You feel sorry for me. So I'm just gonna put that to a halt. Don't feel sorry for me. Please." he said then taking in a sharp breath. He held onto his stomach and started to cough. He then grabbed a napkin next to his bed and started to cough into it.

It sounded painful.

Then it stopped. He balled the napkin up and threw it into the trash.

"Its just blood." he said standing up. He walked into the bathroom and started brushing his teeth.

"Just blood." I mumbled.

He finished brushing his teeth and came out, walking back to his bed.

"Umm. Here. This may help." I said pulling out his pills from my scrubs. I pulled out one pill and handed it to him.

"Ugh. I hate those. They're way too big to be considered pills." he said rolling his eyes.

"It helps with the coughs." I said quietly. He smiled.

"I know. I've been here for 4 years." he said then popping the pill in his mouth.

"4 years? Does anyone come visit you?" I asked curiously. He shrugged.

"I don't really have family. Parents are dead. Wife left me when I got sick. For my best friend." he said nonchalantly. I looked down.

"Sorry." I said.

"Stop. Feeling. Sorry. For. Me." he said. "My parents have been dead since I was 13. As for my wife and best friend. They're missing out. I'm awesome. But whatever. It was about 99.9% my fault anyway. I was a wreck before I was even diagnosed." I looked back up at him again.

"That's a nice way to look at it." I said.

"It's… the only way to look at it." he said sighing deeply. "What fun is it to stay angry at people? I'm dying. I don't want to stress over people that aren't stressing over me. I want to live the rest of my life happy. It's just… easy."

"How is it easy?" I asked.

"You know… The same way its easy for someone with perfect health to stay mad at someone. I know because it used to be me. Its easy to live a safe life. Always looking over your shoulder. Its easy to do what others want you to do rather than what you want to do, to make them happy. Its easy to start petty arguments with the people you love most. Life is so short. And people choose to live it the hard way. Forgive others. Smile. Build a bridge. Get over it. Be happy. Live your life. Take risks." he said.

"Of my 22 years of life, I don't think I've ever come across anyone who thinks like you. It's really umm, refreshing?" I said unsure of my wording. He smiled and shrugged.

"What's your story Beth Greene?" he asked.

"My story… I'm not sure I have one." I said.

"Everyone has a story. Come sit." he said pointing to the chair next to his bed. I walked over slowly and sat.

A/N: Thats it for the first one. Short but more to come if you just review. Let me know if you want to read more of this and if I should continue my other two Brick stories. Love you guys. xoxo...