"Rick!" I yelled his name as I watched him fall to the ground. One minute he was fine and the next minute he was falling to the ground. I knew I couldn't grab him since I had Judith in my arms. The feeling of helplessness took over. Daryl and Abraham ran over towards rick and started picking him up off the ground.

"Take him over to the infirmary, now!" I yelled towards Abraham and Daryl.

"What the hell is wrong with him?" Daryl asked.

Abraham shrugged his shoulders at Daryl's question as they walked out of the house towards the infirmary. I looked over at Rosita and Carol who both looked concerned. Where's Carl? I quickly turned around and realized he was standing right behind me in complete silence. Silence and Carl didn't go together, he usually always had something to say. He looked concerned which was surprising. He was always positive when his dad went off on runs, what was different now?

"What's wrong with my dad?" Carl asked me.

"I don't know what's wrong with him, but I know he's going to be fine." I looked at him and smiled.

Carl reached his hand out towards Judith, rubbing his hand over her hair. She started cooing and reaching for Carl, wanting to be held by her big brother.

"Yesterday my dad told me he met this woman named Jessie" He said. "My dad said she has a son who's my age and he wants to meet me. I guess I'll head over there now" He started walking towards the door as he finished his sentence.

"Carl, hold on" I said to him and started walking towards him. "Don't you want to stick around and see how your dad is doing?"

He turned around from where he was standing from the door and paused before answering me. "No, I already had to watch my mom die. I don't want to watch my dad die too."

"Carl-"

"I'll be home later" He opened the door and walked outside, not looking back.

I couldn't believe he had just walked out like that without wanting to see his dad. Did he really think his dad was going to die? His dad wasn't going to die. Was he?

"I know Rick is going to be fine, but I understand why Carl is worried" Carol said as she took Judith from my arms.

"Rick isn't going to die, I don't know why Carl would think that."

"He's lost a lot of people Michonne, it's understandable why he thinks his dad won't make it" Sadness appeared in Carol's eyes as she thought about the people they've lost. "Shane, Lori, Beth, Sophia…" Carol went silent after saying Sophia's name.

I nodded my head in agreement with Carol even though I didn't agree with her opinion. I knew Carl had lost people he cared about, but his dad is probably just exhausted. There is no need for him to jump to the conclusion of death. I watched Carol start to prepare lunch for Judith. She got extremely fussy when she wasn't fed when she wanted to be.

"I'm going to go check on Rick. Anyone need anything while I'm out?" I asked as I walked towards the door.

"I think we're good" Rosita replied.

"See you later" I said as I walked out of the front door.

Walking through a door of any type seemed weird. The journey towards Washington had taken a long time. The group had slept on the side of the road and sometimes in abandoned sheds, very rarely a house. Having a door to walk through was a nice feeling. I started walking towards the infirmary wondering how Rick was doing. Every part of me hoped he would be ok, he had to be ok. Carl would be devastated if something happened to his dad. I wonder what Carl is doing right now? I hope he's doing ok. I walked up the steps towards the infirmary and quietly knocked on the door, hoping I wouldn't wake anyone up. A man with reddish blonde hair opened the door and looked me up and down. The way he looked at me gave me chills. I didn't understand why he kept looking at me like that. "Hi, I'm Pete" He extended his arm and held out his hand for me to shake.

"Hi, I'm here to check on Rick, Rick Grimes" I decided not to shake his hand after the way he was staring at me. I didn't get a good feel from him.

"And who are you?"

"Michonne. Can you let me in?" I felt impatient as I stood by the door waiting to be let inside.

"Oh yeah, of course" He pushed the door fully open. "Rick is right over here in this bed" He started walking towards where Rick was.

I followed behind Pete, looking around at the infirmary. It seemed to be fully stocked which gave me a good feeling. Knowing there was a place where lives could be saved was reassuring, especially since people were bit by walkers often. "What's wrong with him?" I asked. "He passed out earlier."

"Well, it seems Rick is extremely dehydrated" He looked down at Rick as he spoke. "That's why he passed out."

"Will he be ok? I've probably been dehydrated for months and I never passed out" I looked down at Rick who was sleeping. My eyes wandered to his arm which had an IV attached to it.

"He'll be fine, he just needs fluids. There is a difference between extreme dehydration and hydration" He said with a smirk.

Pete turned around and walked towards a table with a book on it. I turned around and searched the room for a chair. I spotted one on the other side of the room and started walking towards it.

"Well, I'm gonna head home and grab some lunch, I'll be back in a little while" He walked out of the door and closed it behind him.

I placed the chair in front of Rick's bed and sat down on it. I looked at Rick who was still asleep. In all the time I've spent with the group I've never seen Rick look as peaceful as he does right now. He is always on high alert, constantly looking for a threat. Sometimes I feel like all he can see are threats. He doesn't trust this place, I could see it in his eyes yesterday when he mentioned not having his gun. Will he ever trust this place? I'm not even sure I trust this place, but I know this place is going to be good for all of us.

"H-h-hey" Rick mumbled quietly.

I stood up and watched as he opened his sleepy eyes. "Hey yourself."

"How are Judith and Carl doing? They alright?" His voice sounding weak as he spoke.

"Yeah, they're alright. They miss you" I smiled down at him. He seemed fine for someone who was extremely dehydrated. I shook my head at the thought of what Pete had told me.

Rick started reaching his hand out towards me. Did he want me to hold his hand or did he want something to drink? I wasn't sure what he wanted. I went with my instinct and grabbed onto his hand. He smiled as our hands made contact, causing me to smile back at him. I guess he did want me to hold his hand.

"I-I-I'm sorry, for everything" He said weakly as he kept ahold of my hand.

"What? What are you sorry for? You've done nothing wrong" I furrowed my eyebrows, feeling confused. Why is he apologizing to me?

"I-Im just sorry, I did everything wrong" He sighed and kept his eyes locked on mine. "I d-d-don't know if we'll make it in this fucked up world" He looked defeated as he finished his sentence.

"I know we'll make it in this fucked up world. I know it" I tried to be as reassuring as possible, seeing Rick Grimes and his negative attitude was scary. He was always positive no matter what.

"I-I-I…" He started dry coughing, not finishing his sentence.

"You need some water, Grimes." I let go of his hand and turned around facing the nightstand next to his bed. My eyes immediately found a pitcher of water. I started pouring water into a glass for him. "Here" I said as I turned back around towards him. "Have some water" I brought the glass towards his mouth and helped him take a drink. He still seemed so weak despite being fully aware that I was here. He nodded his head and smiled as I placed the glass of water back on the nightstand.

"T-T-thanks for still helping me despite what an ass I've been lately" He coughed again as he finished his sentence.

"Grimes, you haven't been as ass to me or anyone else lately."

He reached for my hand once again. I grabbed onto his hand and squeezed tightly. The moment our skin made contact I felt my heart start to beat faster. Why am I feeling this way? Does he feel this way to? I started to wonder why my heart was racing as I held his hand. I couldn't have feelings for him or could I.

"Hey" He paused as his eyes started to get heavy. "Y-you know I love you, right?"

It had been a while since I had been at a loss for words, but in this moment I didn't know what to say. I of course love his kids. Carl and I have started becoming closer over the last few months. He always tells me what's on his mind. I hold Judith whenever Rick or Carl asks me to. I wasn't able to hold her in the beginning because the pain of losing Andre was too fresh. Every time I would see Judith I would be reminded of my Andre. Now I know Andre would want me to love another child just as much as I loved him. I love Rick's kids, and I love Rick too. Carl and Rick both made fitting into the group easier for me. They were both so welcoming, especially Carl. He immediately got attached to me. Rick always had my back and I always had his. He always relied on me during tough situations and I did the same for him. He knew I always had his back no matter what, even if we disagreed on something. I love Rick Grimes. Rick started speaking again which caught me off guard.

"I-I-I really do love you" He smiled as he spoke. "I love you L-" He started coughing once again which stopped him from completing his sentence.

I took a deep breath and decided I would tell Rick how I felt. I could be dead tomorrow, hell, we all could be dead tomorrow. There's no point in waiting to tell him how I feel.

"Rick, I love you too" I smiled, feeling emotional. "After everything we've been through, I know I love you too."

"We have been through a lot" He said with sleepy eyes. "But I know no matter what else happens, we will get through this Lori" Just as he finished his sentence he passed out.

Lori? Why did he just call me Lori? His entire body went weak, including his arm which was extended up and holding onto my hand. I watched as his arm landed on the pillow behind his hand. Just as I was about to try to wake him up, I heard the door open behind me. I turned around and saw Pete who was holding a bag in his hand.

"Figured I'd bring lunch back here, didn't wanna be gone for too long" He shrugged as he closed the door behind him. "How's Rick? He wake up?" He asked.

I nodded my head at what he was saying. "Yeah, Rick woke up." I sighed.

Pete started walking towards the bed and looked down at Rick who was now asleep. "Was he awake for long?" He questioned.

"Yeah, maybe 10 minutes." I looked down at Rick, still feeling confused by what he said.

"He hallucinating at all when he woke up?" Pete turned around and walked towards the table where he set down his bag of lunch.

Hallucinating. The word started to process in my mind, Rick was hallucinating. He thought I was Lori, which makes sense now. No wonder he was telling me he loved me, he was seeing Lori the entire time.

"Yeah, he was hallucinating" I turned around and started walking towards the door. "I'll be back later" I opened the door and closed it behind me.