Michonne woke up and rolled over to see Rick, who was already awake. "Hey," she whispered. She layed on her back looking at him. "Hey." He rolled onto his side to face her and put his hand on her stomach. "It's too early to feel kicks," she reminded him. "I know," he looked back at her and smiled. She put her hand on top of his and smiled back at him. "Wait a second," she said as she got up and went to the bathroom quickly. She threw up once more into the toilet. "This morning sickness is killing me," she said under her breath. He got up and went to rub her back, "were you this sick last time you were pregnant?"
"No," she replied. Still sitting on the floor hunched over the toilet. Rick felt like something was wrong. He knew Michonne did not complain often and was probably downplaying how sick she actually was. "We need to get you to Dr Carson," Rick said in a calm tone, trying to hide how worried he actually was. "If I can make the trip without throwing up again," she said half jokingly.
They both got dressed and headed downstairs. Carl was on the couch reading a comic book. "We're going to the Hilltop, Michonne is sick. Could you please look after Judith while we're gone?" Rick asked. He didn't want to tell Carl yet, not like this. "Uh yeah sure," Carl replied. "Thank you," Rick said sincerely. "I'm going to go ask Daryl if he'll come too," Rick announced. He turned to Michonne, "You stay here, I'll be right back." Rick remembered when Daryl lived with him, Carl, Michonne, and Judith for a short time. But then Carol decided to move back to Alexandria and her and Daryl moved in together. It was a brisk morning, the sun was barely up and there was dew in the air. Rick knocked on the door and less than a minute later Daryl answered. "Hey," Daryl said. "Hey, would you go to Hilltop with Michonne and I? We need to see the doctor," Rick said with worry in his eyes. Daryl could tell Rick was worried but trying to keep calm. "She alright?" "She's sick," Rick replied. He didn't want to tell Daryl yet, not here, not now. "Yeah I'll come," Daryl nodded. "I'll meet you by the front gates." Rick went back to his house to get Michonne. He walked in and saw Carl and Judith. "Where's Michonne?" Rick asked. "I think she threw up again, she's really sick." Rick went up to the bathroom and knocked on the door. "It's me." She got up and opened the door. "It's getting worse, Rick," she whispered. "It's okay, we're going to get you to a doctor," Rick said, rubbing the small of her back. "Come on." They walked slowly to the front gate. Rick walked with a bottle of water in one hand and Michonne's hand in the other. "Rick." "Rick, I'm dizzy." Michonne started walking slower and slower and then she collapsed. Rick caught her before she hit the ground and picked her up. He carried her to the car and layed her along the back seat. "What happened?" Daryl asked. "She fainted," Rick replied frantically. Rick decided to sit in the back seat with Michonne and let Daryl drive.