This is my first Negan fic. I'm crap at summaries, but I promise to make this story the best that I can!
Elizabeth sighed as she began tidying up the infirmary, glad the day was over.
"Cool if I head back to my room, boss?" asked her assistant Tommy.
"Yeah, go ahead Tommy. I can clean up on my own." she said with a kind smile.
When Elizabeth first came to The Sanctuary Tommy had been acting as their doctor. While he was quite intelligent, he was only halfway through med school when the world went to shit. So Elizabeth took his position and he was made her assistant. He was a good kid, smart, kind. She could tell he was quite inexperienced because would get nervous in emergency situations, leaving her to pull the weight of them. But overall he was quite helpful.
After wiping down the counters and exam table with some Clorox wipes she'd found down in the Market, Elizabeth walked over to the sink, humming a nearly forgotten pop song as she washed her hands.
Elizabeth turned to grab a hand towel to dry her hands and and jumped, letting out a startled squeak, seeing a figure leaning against the doorframe of the small infirmary. She placed a hand on her chest, willing her heart rate to return to normal.
"N-Negan. I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. Did you need something?" She said drying her hands nervously. She wasn't afraid of the man, he just made her nervous. Especially in such a small room. His presence making it seem even smaller.
"Need a couple of fuckin' stitches, doll." She looked at him and noticed he wasn't wearing his signature leather jacket, and there was a cut in his white t-shirt across his shoulder, a little blood seeping through. He sauntered over to the exam table, propping Lucille against it, and hopping up to sit.
"Uh- What happened." she said walking over to the cabinets to retrieve some rubbing alcohol, cotton pads, and supplies to stitch him up. She turned back to face him as he pulled his shirt up over his head.
She felt her mouth go dry and let her eyes trail over his lean torso, noticing the several tattoos he had and the smattering of dark hair that trailed down to the waistband of his grey cargo pants.
"Enjoyin' the view, Doc?" She cleared her throat setting the supplies down on the metal tray next to the exam table. She put on a pair of gloves and looked closer at the cut that led from the top of his right shoulder to his collarbone.
"How did you get cut?" Elizabeth asked wetting a cotton pad with some alcohol and swiping it around the cut to clean up some of the blood around the wound.
"One of Rick-the-Prick's assholes over at Alexandria fuckin' tried to take a fuckin' piece out of me." He grumbled, then breathed in sharply as she swiped an alcohol soaked cotton pad across the cut. "Christ! Give me a little fuckin' warning next time, doc."
"It hurts less if I you aren't expecting it." Elizabeth stated repeating her actions, earning another sharp hiss from the dark haired man, causing her to smirk a little. "Did you kill him?" she murmured.
"No." Elizabeth's eyebrows shot up to her hairline at this. She'd never heard of Negan letting a man go for trying to kill, or seriously injure him. "Dwight did. Fucker came after him too. He was a fast little shit. Dwight almost missed. He had to fire a few rounds before he shot the fucker and drew a small fucking herd to the place."
"Hmm" she tossed the bloody cotton pads into the trash. "This cut isn't too deep, but it does need about 12 stitches." she said walking back over to the cabinets rummaging through them finally finding a bottle of amber liquid.
"What's your fuckin' name, doc?" That's an odd question. He should know my name. I've been here nearly four months. She thought to herself, furrowing her eyebrows together. Then again, he hasn't really come in here at anything.
"Elizabeth." she said, her back still to him. "I don't have anything to numb you, but whiskey helps." she poured some in a paper cup on the counter and brought it over to Negan.
"You sneakin' my fuckin' liqour, doll?" He smirked downing the whiskey. Elizabeth filled up the cup again.
"No. Medical supplies are sparse. I needed to improvise. Drink."
"Are you trying to get me drunk?" he said then drank what was in the cup and tossed it in the trash. She ignored him swiping another cotton pad over the cut.
"I don't think it will scar much." she poured alcohol over the suture supplies then began stitching up the wound, noticing Negan's furrowed brow and clenched jaw. Serves him right for being an asshole. "The stitches can come out in about 10 days. You'll need to come back tomorrow morning so Tommy or I can change this bandage. Don't do anything to pull the stitches or it will scar."
"Thanks, doc." Negan said, standing up. She gulped noticing how close the shirtless man was. They were only a few inches apart and she could feel his breath on her face. She couldn't deny that Negan was an attractive man, but she trusted him as far as she could throw him. He was dangerous. He mercilessly killed men.
She raised and eyebrow, gazing into his hazel eyes, "No problem, boss."
He broke away, pulling his shirt back on, picking up Lucille and his leather jacket, sauntering to the door and turning around to face Elizabeth.
"See ya in the mornin', Liz." He winked with a smirk, then walked out the door and down the corridor whistling.
Elizabeth let out a sigh and leaned against the exam table, peeling the exam gloves off and tossing them into the trash bin.
She went back to cleaning up the infirmary, both dreading and looking forward to tomorrow.
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