Negan awoke to Debra and Courtney shaking him.
"She's not here!" the high-pitch screech making him want to smash Lucille into his own head.
"What the fuck is it?" he swatted their hands away. Talk about a shitty way to wake up.
"Sherry, sh-she's gone!"
"What do you mean she's gone?" he sat up, his voice groggy and tired.
"She just wasn't in bed when we got up," Courtney explained.
"Well I'm fucking thrilled that you're hot on the case." He stood up, picking his clothes from the floor and throwing them on.
"I know exactly where she is," he gritted his teeth while slamming the door on his way out of the room.
He was on his way to Dwight's room when Jen stopped him, "she's awake. Not by much, but she's able to comprehend what I was saying to her."
"Katherine's awake?" he stopped, torn by what to do. He wanted to see her but also needed to deal with Sherry. He blinked for minute, having a quick debate in his head. "I have to deal with something," he said, walking away. He couldn't allow this girl to get in his way.
"Dwight, open the fucking door!" Negan slammed his fist so hard, the door looked like it was going to break off the hinges.
A moment later there was a sound of a chained lock and then it cracked opened. "Negan? What's wrong?" he looked like he was woken up, still in his pajamas with messy hair. He only stuck his head and part of his body out of the door in a poor attempt to hide the inside of the room.
"Where the fuck is she? I know she's fucking in there, for fuck's sake," he placed his palm on the door, pushing it. Dwight stopped him from opening it fully, a nervous look growing on his face.
"Who?" Dwight asked stupidly, swallowing.
"Don't play stupid with me, Dwight. The more you act like you don't know, the worse the punishment will be. It's your call." Negan was great at negotiating with options that allow him to win either way.
Dwight's lip trembled, knowing he fucked up. "Atta boy," Negan smirked, pushing the door completely open. Sherry was already crying in the bed, holding her head to her knees.
He pushed Dwight out of the way, walking calmly to Sherry.
"Come on, Sherry, we need to have a little talk." He held his arm out for her to come into. She shakily crawled from the bed, covering her bare chest as the blanket slid from her body. Negan pulled her into his grasp and walked her out, leaving Dwight to his imagination. He knew he was in for a shitty punishment.
"Sherry. Sherry, Sherry, Sherry," he looked at the mess of a girl next to him.
"I'm sorry!" she cried. "I'm so sorry! Please don't hurt me!"
"Have I ever put my fucking hands on you, or any of the girls for that matter?" he questioned, waiting for it to click in her head.
"Oh God. No, please!" she pleaded, "it wasn't his fault! I went to him!"
"Oh, quit with the Goddamn sob story, Sherry! You knew the rules when you became a wife." he sighed. "I'm not forcing you to be here. I never have. Do you want to stop being a wife? You'll have to go back to working for points. What's it gonna be?"
Her eyes were wide and glossy from the tears falling. "I-I," she didn't know what to say. "I want to...stay," she lowered her head and sobbed. Negan put his hand on her shoulder, "You know what has to be done. I suggest you learn from this. Wouldn't want a repeat."
"Where am I?" Katherine lifted herself, falling back to the bed in severe pain, "ah, fuck!"
"You need to rest," Jen rushed over, putting her hands out.
"Who are you? What happened to me?" she grew angry with each question.
"My name's Jen. You were shot in-"
"Shot!?" she started breathing more heavily, "how did this happen?"
"What's the last thing you can remember?" Jen asked her in a soft tone, trying to calm Katherine.
"Well..I was trying to keep Negan from being attacked by that group that came-" she looked across the room at the floor. "Is Negan alright? Who shot me?"
"You need to relax and take a deep breath. I'll answer all the questions you have if you just slow down." Katherine looked at her bandaged shoulder, swallowing at the thought of what could be under it. She can take seeing rotten flesh, but once she has a deep wound of her own, she gets lightheaded.
"Who did this to me?" her brows furrowed and her upper lip lifted, the questions flooding her brain.
"For starters, Negan is fine. He never said anything about how you got shot, or who did it. It's hard to tell since there were casualties from both sides. I like to assume that Negan took care of whoever did this, though."
"When you say 'took care of'...you don't mean-"
"I couldn't tell ya for sure. All I know is that you need to get some rest. No moving around unless you have to use the bathroom." Jen walked to the door, "I'll be back shortly."
Katherine didn't like being bound to bed, especially here. She saved Negan's ass, she deserved somewhere of her own to rest.
She moaned in pain as she forced herself up. She looked down at herself, seeing that she had no clothes on. She sighed, searching around the room until she found her bra, shirts and pants.
She slipped into her jeans slowly. She used her good arm, making it a bit difficult. "Never should have wore skinny jeans," she breathed out, opening her folded shirt.
"Oh wow," she looked at the hole in the fabric and the stained blood surrounding it. It appeared to be washed, but there was no way blood was going to come out of white. She slipped on her bra, one of the most painful tasks, then her shirt.
She heard a noise coming from outside and she wasn't sure what it meant. She naturally decided to check it out.
She walked out of the door, following the noise. "Hello?" she called out. Her voice echoed through the factory walls. There was no one in sight.
She walked by empty rooms, looking for just one person. "Anyone here?" she called again.
There was a loud scream that startled her. Her heart raced as she tried to find the exit. Thoughts of another group, a bigger and stronger group, raiding them again flooded her mind.
When she got outside, she saw everyone crowded around. Some people had big smiles on their faces, laughing at the sound of a man seemingly in pain and Negan's voice. "What the-" she pushed past a few people to get a better look. When she got to the front her mouth dropped open, "oh my God."
