Warning: Mentions of drugs in this chapter.
Katherine got to the showers. They were off in a much smaller building next to the factory, just a small walk away.
She was surprised that there were a decent amount of them and it made her wonder what the place was used for that it needed this.
Each shower head had it's own area, with walls that came up from the floor just enough to cover her body. It wasn't very private. The idea made her hesitant, but she really needed a shower. No one was around anyway.
She inspected one of the showers, claiming it automatically. She looked around in every direction to assure she was still alone. Slowly she started peeling her clothes off, doing her best to avoid making this more painful than it had to be.
Jen said to keep the wound covered and to try keeping the bandage dry. The whole thing seemed like a challenge, but it was worth it to feel clean, even if she'd be stepping right back into her dirty clothes.
She turned the knob, expecting the water to be ice cold. When she put her hand under it, it was just bearable. The pipes must've warmed up a bit from the nice weather.
She shivered, almost fully submerged under the pressure of the water. After a minute she got used to the temperature and stopped shivering. It felt good to wash the past few days from her skin, gaining a clean slate.
She just stood in the flow with her eyes closed, allowing each drop to hit her skin. Nothing was better than being able to clean yourself in this new world, so she wanted to just take it all in.
A noise startled her, making her cover herself and crouch down. She heard footsteps and her heart started to race. She didn't want anyone to see her, especially a man.
"Hello, Katherine?" she nearly melted from relief. She stood up and saw Jen holding a small pile of items.
"I thought you were someone else," she slumped over.
Jen laughed, "I brought you some clothes. I figure we're around the same size, so I hope they fit." She placed the folded clothes on top of the wall. "Soap, and a towel, too," she patted the top and smiled.
"Jesus, Jen, you-"
"Ah, ah, ah!" she held a finger up and shook her head, "it's nothing, don't worry about it."
Katherine sighed, "thank you."
"You're welcome. Now hurry up before you have another one of those episodes and Negan has to carry you back to me," she teased.
Katherine laughed and rolled her eyes, hiding her face as her cheeks burned up at the thought. She felt like an idiot, having this reaction over something so stupid.
She went back in the water as Jen left, cleaning herself carefully.
She turned the water off and grabbed the towel to dry herself. Her body felt frail and weak as she passed the towel across her skin. Before all this she had a nice physique, going to the gym daily and making sure she ate a clean diet. Now, she'll eat just about anything thrown in her face and she's rather thin.
First piece of clothing was a black bra. She positioned it around her and hooked it in front, sliding it around so the cups were now where they should be. She flipped them up and pulled the straps on. It fit a little loose, but it wasn't a bother. She stepped into the underwear, smiling at the little pattern of red lips. There was a plain black shirt and jeans that fit almost perfectly, and pair of white socks. She stepped back into her own shoes and sighed. She hadn't forgot about how angry Negan made her. Why did he have to be so mean?
She made her way out when she saw Dwight coming towards the showers. He had a bandage covering half his face. Katherine's face softened from her usual tenseness. She felt bad for him.
The few people around were looking at him as he passed by. She could feel his pain and embarrassment as she neared him.
She stuck her hand out to him, "Hi, I'm-"
He walked past her, leaving her awkwardly standing with her hand out. She sighed and watched as he went inside. She shook her head and went back to the infirmary. Just in time because she was beginning to feel the pain come back to her.
Jen wasn't around and her shoulder was growing quickly with pain before she even got back. She looked around on the shelves for some kind of pain reliever, grabbing bottles and carelessly placing them back as the pain was becoming unbearable.
"Who knew you were a fucking junkie?" she jumped, dropping a bottle of something on the floor. She turned, her body shaking. What the fuck was he doing here?
"I need something, the pain is too much," she sat on the chair that was next to her, grabbing gently at her shoulder.
"You're not gonna find shit in here. You think we leave any-damn-thing out so people can come in and steal it? Like you right now," Negan asked, leaning himself on the door frame.
"No, no, I, ah," she winced. It was like she could feel everything, from the slight movement of the skin surrounding the wound as she moved her arm, to the bandage grazing over the stitches.
He had this dirty, sarcastic, asshole smile plastered across his face and she hated it.
"Fuck you,"she got up and laid in the bed. She let out a long breath and closed her eyes to try and relax. He kept his spot, leaned against the frame. He looked at her, taking in all her features. He looked at her legs, then slowly up her body until he reached her chest. God, how he wanted to feel her soft tits in his palms. He sucked his teeth as he imagined what she would look like sprawled out naked with her wet hair draped around her neck, letting scattered beads of water trail her porcelain skin. He would lick each bead, dragging his tongue against her, gaining even more pleasure as she shuddered in his grasp.
He was brought back as he felt the front of his pants tighten. He grabbed himself and grunted.
Katherine opened her eyes and looked at him. "What the hell are you doing?"
"What the fuck does it look like I'm doing? You wanna fix this for me?" he smirked.
She rolled her eyes and turned her head to look at the ceiling. He made her so mad and he knew it. He feeds off of her anger and sadness like a damn parasite.
"Your last boyfriend must've been so happy with you," he said as he grew softer.
She gritted her teeth, "he was. I fucked him great. Now can you leave? This shit hurts."
He sighed quietly, digging inside his jacket. He took out a pill and walked it over to her. "Here. The pain will be gone quick." He put it on her stomach and walked away.
She looked at it. "Wait, what is it?" she held it between her fingers.
"Just fucking take it."
She sat up and looked at the round pill. It was a medium shade of off-yellow with an engraved number 40. She had no idea what it was. She never fooled around with any kind of drugs, even if a doctor insisted on prescribing something. She only ever took Ibuprofen if need be. She couldn't take this pain any longer, though, and tossed it to the back of her throat. She swallowed it and sighed, not sure if she should have. Negan was a dick, but maybe she should just trust him on this.