Nearly a month had passed since his men had captured the lone woman outside the gates. Dr. Carson had found out she had been a med student at Vanderbilt. A pretty damn good one too. All of Carson's assistants had very little schooling, so they weren't really that great at helping. Since this girl came along, Carson and fired all of the other ones and she became his one and only.
He had to admit, with Scarlet in the infirmary, things seemed to run a little smoother. More patients were being seen in a day and more patients were being diagnosed correctly. Negan wouldn't have given a shit if it wasn't for the fact that less supplies were being wasted on those that didn't need them.
For a while, he kept an eye on her. He had found her to be quiet. Not the type of girl who liked attention. She had a small group of the kitchen ladies that had taken a liking to her. He noticed that she didn't speak unless spoken to, but she was always polite and knew the right answer. He had left her alone, preferring to watch at a distance.
Her room was small but comfortable. She had silently rejoiced when she saw that she was the only person that would occupy this room. After being in the infirmary for a week or so, a larger room had been offered to her but she declined it. She hated change. It was stressful enough that she couldn't leave and scavenge, stuck behind those walls day in and out.
Before the end of the world, she had been near the top of her class at Vandi. She didn't party. All who knew her knew that she was quiet and shy but had a wonderful personality. She could make anyone smile; her quick wit was her favorite asset. Her friends had called her Madam Librarian and constantly joked about how she was meant to sit before a fire on a leather couch reading a book. When the world went to hell in a handbasket, she wasn't sure she would make it.
But, she had. In fact, she had thrived. Her composed and calculating nature made her quite a fearsome enemy. Her friends from college couldn't do it. After they were gone, she refused to join another group. She had always enjoyed being alone, so she capitalized on it. Since losing them, she fared better. She went to and fro without being noticed, until her stupid mistake. That mistake had cost her the only thing she had: freedom.
All the people here were nice enough. She enjoyed having a purpose again in her field. The only thing that bothered her was the feeling she was being watched. Originally, she hadn't been sure by whom. Now, she knew. She had saw the glances Negan had casually cast her way. He was always around, but she never caught his eye.
She faintly wondered why he paid her even a sideways glance. She had never considered herself to be beautiful. She usually wore her shoulder length dishwater blonde hair in either a pony tail or a messy bun. She despised braids. The best description of her would be the girl next door. Pretty enough to catch some guy's eye but not attractive enough to draw excessive attention. The one thing that drew her the most attention was her piercing pale blue eyes. They seemed to stare right past the surface into the soul. She'd only spoken with him that first night so she couldn't fathom what he might be thinking. Since he didn't bother, she pushed his image from her mind.