" Cookies and squirrels"
Chapter 3. If you get hurt again, I will lock you up in your room.
How is she able to get hurt everytime he leaves her? How does she manage to do it? Seriously. It's impossible to get hurt twice in one month.. well, it's possible if you are Carol Peletier.
Carol Fucking Peletier, the woman who thinks she needs to help to everybody but who doesn't accept , fuck. This time she is going to accept that he was going to take care of her. He cannot believe it, he just left a few hours ago and she was good. But when he came back, only three fucking hours later, she has been has been shot by a stupid alexandrian man who didn't know how to use a fucking gun. And he has shot her, in her ribs.
She has hurt her ribs so badly in Grady… and it has been one month since then… he was sure she did it on purpose. Just to make him worry….He was going to have a serious talk with that man ( a talk that includes his fists) and then he would go to take care of her…
…
- How is she, man?- he asked Rick
- Hi, Daryl.. well, she said she's okay.. but you know her..
- yeah, stubborn as a fucking mule..- he said as he tried to prepare something nice to her.. she needed to eat.
- Well, don't freak out when you see her.. she looks so pale.. but Rosita and Denise looked at her and she is okay.. . she needs to rest because her ribs are .. well.. you know and because of the blood lose too..- said Rick - Man, if you need to do it..
- yeah, I will lock her up in her fucking room. I will take care of her- he said
- I know, brother.
…
He tried to do it well, he did it. But he wasn't a good cook… he tried to make some meat as she likes it but he ended up burning it.. so he did a soup. He really wanted to do it well, for her.. She was always taking care of him, and now, it was his duty ( and he really wanted to) to take care of her
He opened the door of her room and he saw how she looked at him and she tried to cover herself with the sheet.. it seems as if she was only wearing her bra and she looked embarrased. Shit.
He remembered a scene like this.. almost two years ago. He was hurt in the bed and she bring food to him and he was embarrased… "You're every bit as good as them"… that was what she said to him.. If he had known then that she would become his best friend… that he would end up falling in love with her… Fuck. He probably loved her then.
He went to the bedside table and he put there the food. Then he sat beside her.
- Hey- he said looking at her
- Hi- she said with a tired voice
- Eat. You need to eat.. -he said taking the soup- Don't make me beg, woman
She tried to stand up a little and the sheet fell a little bit, he couldn't look away… he has always loved her cleavage.. She didn't try to cover herself, in fact, she was smiling. Fuck. That smile.
- Do you like what you see, pookie?- she said
- I have seen your cleavage before, smartass- he said, then he saw her face. She really looked so pale.. and so tired..Fuck. He could have lost her today.
- Stop. I know what are you thinking.. I'm okay- she said touching his arm
- Shut the fuck up- he said with too much anger in his voice. He regreted it at the moment. But she didn't care, she was still smiling.. she knew he didn't want to talk to her that way. She knew that he gets angry when she is in danger or hurt..- Seriously woman, I don't believe you.. you always say that you're okay… when you are not. Now. Eat
- Is that an order sir?- she said looking at him while licking her lips. Fuck
- Stop. Eat now- he said and then he saw she was in pain. She was struggling to sit …
- Wait, I will help you- he said while he sit in front of her- open your mouth
- Only my mouth?- she said and she laughed at his face. Then she moaned in pain and he saw how she couldn't breath for a moment because of the pain. Fuck. Fuck.
- Open your fucking mouth- he said and he put the food in her mouth- Shallow it, eat it. Eat it or I swore to God I will kick your ass
She kept eating and he kept giving her the food. When she finished the soup, he helped her to lay down in the bed. It was time that he would give her a speech.
- You are going to stay here, resting.. until I say you can leave the room. You were hit by a fucking car one month ago and now you have been shot. You are going to be here, safe, resting.. and I swear to God, that if you get hurt again.. I will lock you up in this fucking room- he said and then he leaned toward her face.
- You said I'm every bit as good as them… you're better.. you're better than us.. I'm proud of you, but fuck.. If you do this to me again, I will shoot you myself- he said and then he kissed her forehead
He kissed he forehead as she has kissed his forehead two years ago in that bed… but this time.. it was different. He really wanted to kiss her lips and tell her that if she died, he would die with her. This time she didn't look at him as someone who was looking for her daughter, this time she looked at him as he was her whole world
He sat in a chair looking at her, she felt asleep fast because of the pain pills.. and he promised himself.. that he would kiss her, really kiss her.. soon
