Rick had set Deanna down on the little couch in a room up the stairs and Michonne had started tying a belt around Deanna's leg.

Deanna fell silent as the pain was becoming too much, the gash on her leg was still bleeding, nearly impossible to tell if it was a bite or not.

She started closing her eyes her body was trying to protect her.

Michonne placed both her hands on Deanna's waist to sit her up a little but Deanna cried out.

Deanna lifted up her own shirt to look at her side, a bite was clearly prominent "well… Shit".

Rick,"I'm sorry" he was upset that he let her down.

Michonne was speechless. Her face fallen and hope had escaped her eyes.

Deanna,"Michonne, it's going to be alright."

"Nothing is going to be alright! You are slowly being taken away from me!" Tears started to drop from her brown eyes.

"Why do I matter to you? Rick is the best thing that has happened for these people, I'm not needed anymore."

"Deanna, I need you!"

Rick looked a little taken aback, he left the room hoping to give the women a little privacy.

"Why?! I'm not anything special, I've tried keeping these people together the best I can. I wish I could live a little longer. Thank you for being here for me"

"Before anything happens, Deanna I need to let you know how I feel"

Michonne leaned over and captured Deanna's Lips, Deanna tried to move into Michonne but whimpered and winced at the pain on her side; the bite.

Michonne panicked "I'm sorry!"

Deanna still in a daze, the kiss was mind blowing and filled with passion.

"Please don't let me die alone." Deanna grasped the younger woman's hand in her own and squeezed weakly.

"Never, I wished I could of stopped you from getting hurt, I'm so sorry"

"It is not your fault Michonne, please don't blame yourself at all."

The moans from the undead were unsettling and the two women could still her the yells from their friends trying to block holes in their defences.

Deanna closed her eyes and tried to forget about the pain.

" Deanna! Please wake up! Don't fall asleep! You might not wake up!"

Michonne held onto Deanna's hand and squeezed it, she also began brushing hair out of the older woman's face.

Deanna's condition was going down hill fast. She was still bleeding, the infection was probably spreading and Michonne was loosing her grip.

She has lost too many damn people!

Deanna fell asleep breathing heavy but not laboured Deep breathes.

Michonne let go of her hand and kissed her hair. She left the room to go and help her friends while Deanna rested.