Maggie woke up from her nightmare with a scream. "Glenn!" She felt the tears running down her face as she turned to see her husband asleep next to her in their bed. Her breathing was rushed and she got out of their bed to go into the bathroom. She stared at her reflection, trying to calm her breathing. Glancing down at her hands, Maggie noticed that she was shaking worse than she had been after facing Negan's group. She looked back up and saw Glenn standing behind her.

"What are you doing, Mags?" he wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her hair.

"I couldn't sleep but I didn't wanna wake you up…" she lied. Glenn turned his wife around in his arms and looked her in the eyes. He knew she was lying.

"Maggie… tell me what's wrong."

"I had a nightmare… I had to watch you die. He killed you right in front of me." She turned away as tears started rolling down her face again. Glenn grabbed her face and gently turned her toward him.

"Babe. I'm okay. We're both okay, and we'll be okay. I'm here with you, and I don't plan on going anywhere." She leaned into him and laid her head on his shoulder.

"I can't lose you, Glenn. Not after everything. I need you." He kissed her forehead and rubbed her back. She winced as she moved wrong. She felt the cut on her belly rip open. Her hand flew to the hem of her shirt, lifting it above the gash. Blood ran down her abdomen into the band of her pants.

"It shouldn't be bleeding this bad. The cut wasn't deep. Why is there so much blood?" She grabbed a towel from a shelf behind her and pressed it to the gash.

"Maggie, you're losing too much blood. We need to get you to the infirmary."

"There's no doctor. What's the point? It'll stop eventually." After saying that, her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed against Glenn. In a panic, he picked up his bleeding wife, keeping the already soaked towel pressed against her belly.

Glenn ran out of their house to the infirmary, yelling for help to anyone that might be awake. He saw the lights in Rick's house turn on as he and Michonne ran outside.

"What's goin' on?" Rick yelled to Glenn. "It's Maggie! The bleeding won't stop, she passed out. She needs help!" They followed Glenn to the infirmary and they laid Maggie on a bed. Her face was pale and her clothes were soaked in blood, but the bleeding still wouldn't stop. They searched the room for gauze and bandages, pressing whatever they could find against her wound. Eventually the bleeding slowed and finally stopped.

"Mags, come back. Wake up, baby. Please," he pleaded to his pale, fragile wife, still unconscious on the bed. Glenn laid a hand on her forehead and felt that she was clammy. He feared the worst, praying that she would wake up and be alright.

He sat next to her bed for the rest of the night and when the sun came up the next morning, Maggie groggily opened her eyes, clearly very weak. She observed her surrounds, confused as to why she was in the infirmary. She couldn't remember what had happened that night, but she knew that she felt terrible. She looked at her bloody shirt, lifting it gently to reveal her belly stained with blood. Maggie turned to look at her bedside, finding Glenn asleep with his head resting on his arms. His shirt was also covered in blood. She assumed that it was hers and that he had carried her here in the middle of the night. Maggie nudged his arm with her elbow, waking him from his sleep. Glenn looked around in a panic before realizing that Maggie was awake and had woken him up.

"Hey Mags. How are you feeling?" he asked, resting his hand on her pale arm. "I've felt better. What happened?"

Glenn loved Maggie's southern drawl. He had noticed that it got thicker when she was tired, and he thought it was adorable. He replayed the events of the previous night to his groggy, confused wife.

"Glenn, I'm so sorry. That's so embarrassin'." Glenn leaned over and kissed his beautiful wife, smiling.

"You're just so stubborn. I was really worried about you," he said, leaning his forehead against Maggie's.

"Can we go home now? I wanna change my clothes…" Maggie said quietly, staring down at her bloodstained shirt and pants.

"Yeah. Are you sure you're okay to walk? You're still pretty pale and you lost a lot of blood last night."

She assured her husband that she was alright. He helped her off the bed and they made their way back to their house.